The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 237
“So how did you manage to get money from your family’s company account before? Just do it the same way this time.”
Isabella shot Clark a charming smile, even batting her eyelashes at him seductively.
Usually, whenever she gave him that look, Clark would curse under his breath and throw her onto the bed, making passionate
love to her. But this time, it was different.
He glanced at the annoying bandages wrapped around Isabella’s hands and feet.
“Alright, I’ll get outside and make a call. The money should be in the account within two hours, Clark reluctantly agreed.
He promised to help Isabella get five million dollars to repay Lysander.
On one hand, it was because Isabella mentioned that if Lysander found out that he was given the five million dollars five years
ago. Lysander would come after him.
This threat made Clark feel hesitant.
On the other hand, Isabella was right. She had the ability to bounce back, otherwise, where did all the money she sporadically
gave him over the past five years come from? Surely, it was because she was capable.
Clark had to rely on Isabella, and it wasn’t time for them to break up yet.
Besides, if he broke up with Isabella, he doubted he would ever find another woman who could constantly give him money and
was as passionate and intense in bed as Isabella.
They needed each other, so it was a give–and–take relationship!
It was best to keep things as they were.
Isabella let out a captivating laugh. “You are always so nice to me, and you’re the most capable, I don’t love anyone but you.”
“Enough, stop playing innocent in front of me. Once you recover, I’ll show you how much I love you,” Clark shot her a glance
before stepping outside to make the call.

The moment Clark left, Isabella’s weak and coquettish expression vanished instantly, replaced by a fierce, teeth–grinding
grimace.
If she had a better choice, why would she ever settle for Clark?
It was all because of Clark’s wealthy family. If she could marry Clark and get a share of his family’s wealth, she could live a
worry–free and luxurious life. Otherwise, she would have kicked Clark to the curb a long time ago.
It was all because Leopold ignored her, otherwise, she wouldn’t put up with such humiliation!
At four in the afternoon, Isabella got the money. She was about to go to the Sinclair group to return the money to Lysander,
showing her repentance.
Isabella’s hands and feet were still not healed, so she sat in a wheelchair with her mother pushing her.
The Sinclair group, president’s office.
Lysander sat in the president’s chair, his large figure exuding an imposing aura. A cold air radiated from him as he looked down
at some files.
Isabella pushed herself forward in her wheelchair and came to Lysander’s desk. With her bandaged hands, she held up the bank
card with a respectful, polite, and somewhat fearful smile on her face. “Mr. Sinclair, this is the five million dollars I owe you. Five
years ago, I was misled by Faye, and foolishly helped her to create the illusion that Thalassa was dead. Considering that I’m
Thalassa’s cousin, and I sincerely regret my actions, I hope you can forgive me.”
Without even raising his head or giving her a glance, Lysander remained silent.
David, who was standing nearby, stepped forward and took the card from her. “Miss Isabella, you can leave now.”
Isabella nodded and gave a nervous smile.
Lysander was still nonchalant, seemingly not forgiving her.
She wanted to say something to break the ice. Mentioning Thalassa was the best way to get Lysander’s attention.
So instead of leaving right away, Isabella sighed lightly and said, “It’s such a pity about Thalassa. She was the top student in my
area

and got accepted into Starhaven College with excellent grades. But after only two years, she had to drop out.”
Lysander’s pen paused as he looked up, his cold and oppressive gaze focusing