The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 354
Thalassa followed Hertha a few steps before abruptly stopping. “Hold on.”
Hertha turned back with a mix of surprise and anxiety in her eyes. “Don’t you want to escape?”
Indeed, being held captive by Lysander was a unique experience. Many women aspired to be treated so specially by him, but
few ever got the chance.
Thalassa didn’t have the time to indulge in Hertha’s whimsical thoughts. She let go of Hertha’s hand, retraced her steps, and
shut the door behind her.
Doing so would give the impression that she was still inside the room if the bodyguards returned. It would buy them some extra
time to escape.
Quickly shutting the door behind her, Thalassa sprinted back to Hertha, grabbed her hand and they dashed into the elevator,
pressing the button for the first floor and the close door button immediately after.
They feared the bodyguards would return and spot them.
Thankfully, the elevator doors closed in time, cutting off the view from outside.
Thalassa finally heaved a sigh of relief, turning to Hertha! “How did you manage to distract the bodyguards?”
The bodyguards around Lysander were no fools. Hertha was a single woman. Being able to divert two bodyguards and knock on
her door was beyond comprehension for Thalassa.
A smirk formed on Hertha’s lips. “I had help.”
“Help? Who?” Thalassa asked, intrigued.
Hertha touched her nose, a telltale sign of mischief. “Alaric.”
Thalassa was both surprised and bewildered. “You and Alaric? Wasn’t he continuously rejecting you the last time?”
“It’s not what you think. It’s a long story. I’ll explain when we have the time,” Hertha replied.
“Alright,” Thalassa nodded.

Escape was the priority at the moment, not gossip.
Soon, the elevator reached the first floor. Hertha and Thalassa walked out, disappearing into the night.
After they had driven a fair distance, Hertha opened WhatsApp and sent a message to Alaric. [I’ve rescued her. You can retreat
now.]
Meanwhile, Alaric was playing a cat-and-mouse game with the two bodyguards.
He managed to shake them off and approached the front desk of the hotel, handing over a phone and a lighter. “I found these.
Could you please find the owner?”
Then he sauntered out of the hotel.
When the bodyguards reached the first floor, they found their belongings at the front desk. The receptionist informed them that
someone had found their items.
The realization hit them. They had been tricked!
They rushed back to the room at the swiftest pace, only to find it empty.
The bodyguards exchanged a glance, their muscles tensed and their hearts pounded.
But all the tension was useless. They had to tell Lysander.
One of the bodyguards dialed Lysander’s number.
The call was answered after two rings. Even through the phone, the bodyguard could feel the chilling aura radiating from
Lysander.
His heartbeat quickened, his voice shaking as he relayed the news. “Mr. Sinclair, Thalassa has been taken from the room. She’s
gone.”
“What?” Lysander’s voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.
The bodyguard felt a chill run down his spine, his voice barely a whisper as he recounted the events. “A man distracted us by
borrowing our phone and lighter. He stole our items and we chased after him. When we returned, Thalassa was gone.”

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