The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1018
Lysander wasn’t feeling quite right. His handsome face was flushed with a wine-red hue, and the air around him carried a tipsy
yet chilly pressure. His brows furrowed, a gesture of suppressed discomfort, as he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ease
the
unpleasant sensation.
Across from him, Joshua also looked worse for wear. He was shaking his head as he took in ragged breaths.
Susan, having only indulged in a single drink, was still relatively steady, though an abnormal flush had crept onto her cheeks.
She rose to her feet, the ambition in her heart nearly impossible to conceal. She rubbed her hands together, looked at Lysander
with a smile, and said, “Mr. Sinclair, Mr. Joshua, you both seem a bit tipsy. Lucky for us, we’re at the Draven Group Hotel. How
about booking a room and resting up? I should be heading home myself. Thank you both for being so gracious today.”
Thalassa watched Susan with a restrained gaze. Others might not pick up on it, but she knew perfectly well that Susan’s mention
of leaving was deliberately intended for Lysander to hear. She wanted to show that she had no intention to him to avoid his
suspicion.
No one paid Susan any mind, making her seem like she was talking to herself. But she didn’t mind in the slightest; after all, she
had achieved half of her goal.
All she needed now was to patiently wait for Thalassa to summon her to Lysander’s
room.
She wasn’t worried about Thalassa being disobedient, unless she wanted to risk her mother’s dignity.
After delivering her piece, Susan walked to the door and shot Thalassa a venomous glance as she passed by, the meaning clear
as day.
Thalassa’s heart tightened. She glared back at Susan, furious but voiceless.
Seeing Thalassa’s helpless expression, Susan’s lips curled into a smug smile. She turned away and exited the private room.

As Susan disappeared, Thalassa came back to her senses and stood beside Lysander, saying, “Mr. Sinclair, I have something to
attend to... I should leave too.”
She hoped to sneak out while Lysander was preoccupied and Susan was not here. She would sneak home and have Atticus to
delete the video, before Susan found out that she was gone.
Then, Susan couldn’t threaten Thalassa anymore.
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But if she left without saying a word to Lysander, he would surely look for her, and things could spiral out of control.
Hearing her voice, Lysander relaxed his grip on his brow. His deep and brooding eyes glossing over with a drunken sheen.
In a low and husky voice, he asked, “Where to?”
“Home.” Thalassa replied, meeting Lysander’s desire-laden gaze. Her breathing slowed and her heart raced.
Just one look from him could unsettle her so.
“Together.” Lysander said, rising to his feet. In that second, a wave of heat rushed from his core to his head, his brain swelling
with the intense warmth.
He stumbled slightly, his brows knitting together.
“I should head back too.” Joshua said as he stood up, the discomfort making his body sway.
“Mr. Joshua.” Richard quickly steadied him, “You’ve had quite a bit to drink. For safety’s sake, why don’t you stay at the hotel
tonight? I’ll escort you to your room.”
Richard was the host of the evening’s gathering, and he had to take care of his guests. If something happened to them after
attending his event, he would be responsible.
Both Joshua and Lysander were heavily intoxicated and in need of immediate rest. It would be unwise for them to travel in such
a state.

Then, Richard turned to Thalassa and said, “I’ll take Mr. Joshua to his room. Could you please help Lysander get to his? They’re
on the same floor.”
Thalassa’s breath hitched as she glanced at Lysander. He was definitely not in good shape, and if he insisted on going home
with her, his presence would prevent her from asking Atticus to delete the video right away.
If she missed this critical time, and when Susan realized Lysander wasn’t at the hotel, she would text Bruce to release the video
to the public.