The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Thalassa was shocked to her core, and anxiety gripped her. She pushed hard at the door, yelling,

“Open up! Let my mom go!”

She couldn’t believe her mother could be caught in such a situation.

Just as Thalassa was at the height of her anxiety, Lysander stepped forward, pulling her back slightly Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

before delivering a powerful kick to the door.

The door was instantly kicked open.

Lysander strode in, with Thalassa following closely on his heels.

At this point, Bruce was startled by the commotion. He let go of Evelyn and turned around. Before he

even had a chance to identify the intruders, he was met with a swift punch to the face.

Bruce stumbled back several steps, reeling from the blow. He clutched his face, his eyes filled with

rage. He was about to hurl a string of insults at his assailant when he caught sight of the man.

The man was tall and strikingly handsome, with a natural air of intimidation radiating off him. His eyes

were icy cold.

Bruce recognized him instantly.

The fear made Bruce instantly drop his aggressive demeanor, assuming a look of innocence and

helplessness.

“Mr. Sinclair, this is my ex-girlfriend from years ago. She got pregnant and we were going to get

married, but she got cold feet and backed out. But she had my child. I was so excited to find out I had a

daughter. I thought she still loved me, and I wanted to win her back. It’s not what it looks like” Bruce

explained to Lysander. Upon hearing this, Evelyn was furious. She was about to rush forward to refute

his words, but Thalassa stopped her, advising her not to act impulsively.

Evelyn was fuming. She burst out, “You bastard! You’re twisting the facts. What do you mean I got cold

feet? You’re a piece of shit!”.

Bruce played the gentleman, not reacting to Evelyn’s insults. He even sounded a bit soft as he said,

“Evelyn, we’ve been arguing for years. Can’t we stop fighting?”

Fighting?

That word seemed to hit Lysander hard. Childhood memories flashed through his mind.

He saw himself as a young boy, sitting on the sofa.

His parents were arguing. His father was trying to persuade his mother to stay home as it was already

dark.

But his mother wouldn’t listen. She was throwing a tantrum, smashing things, insisting on going out.

His father shouted in frustration, “You’ve been making a fuss for years. Can’t you stop?”

But his mother was determined. No matter what he said, she was going out.

His father roared, “Don’t think I don’t know that! You’re going to see that man again!”

Right! That man, the homewrecker who ruined his family!

Lysander had seen that despicable man when he was a child.

Now, Bruce’s face bore the marks of time, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, hair graying at the

temples.

But his appearance and his roguish demeanor were exactly the same as before!

The face of the man from his childhood overlapped with the man in front of him.

It was the same person!

A chilling wind seemed to envelop Lysander, causing the air around him to feel stagnant.

“Who wants to fight with you? You shameless man!” Evelyn cursed angrily.

As the last word left her mouth, a figure shot past her like lightning, heading straight for Bruce. A punch

sent Bruce flying into a wall, and then he crumpled to the floor, coughing up blood.

Without missing a beat, Lysander swiftly walked over, delivered another punch to Bruce’s stomach,

then threw him to the ground.

Bruce curled up in pain, twitching like a severed earthworm.

Lysander’s eyes were blood-red like an enraged beast. He grabbed Bruce and punched him hard. The

teeth knocked out mixed with blood were spat out.