The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 389
Her senses instantly went on high alert, “No worries! Bruce, remember karma always comes back around!”
With that, she hung up the phone, anger and fear evident in her actions.
Over two decades ago, he had lured another man’s wife into eloping with him, causing the ruin of a family.
And he didn’t even have the decency to feel guilty about it, even intending to form connections with Lysander!
He was a terrifying man.
She didn’t want to get involved in his mess anymore.
No wonder Lysander despised Bruce so much, even transferring his hatred onto her.
People who lived on the edge of legality and morality were truly terrifying..
Thalassa’s emotions were in a whirl, she barely noticed the red traffic light ahead and nearly ran through it, only managing to
slam on the brakes at the last
moment.
The sudden stop caused her to jerk forward, only to be pulled back by the seatbelt.
After the abrupt movement, she sat back in her seat, her breathing erratic.
Arriving at the Sinclair Group, Thalassa sat in the secretary’s office, her mind elsewhere.
David called her, “Mr. Sinclair wants to see you in his office.”
Hearing this, Thalassa felt a chill run down her spine, as if her worst fears were coming true.
Acknowledging his message, she ended the call and made her way to the CEO’s office.
Standing outside the office, she couldn’t muster up the courage to knock for a long while.
The terrifying experience of being confined at the Royal Estates for four days had left her with deep psychological scars.

Thinking of what Bruce had done, she felt as if she had let Lysander down. She didn’t have the courage to face him.
She was even more afraid of facing his hatred.
But what could she do now?
Her situation was extremely awkward.
She wanted to run, but Lysander had warned her that the consequences of fleeing again would be more than she could bear.
If she didn’t escape, she would be used as a tool for him to vent his hatred every day.
She was caught in a dilemma.
After taking several deep breaths to calm herself, Thalassa finally managed to knock on the door.
On receiving a cold response, she pushed open the door and entered, her demeanor humble and cautious.
“Mr. Sinclair, I’m here.” Thalassa stood two meters away from the desk, her head slightly bowed as she spoke.
Lysander paused his paperwork, put the pen back into the holder, and lifted his deep gaze. His intimidating and icy aura caused
the temperature in the room to drop instantly.
His deep and cold voice left no room for discussion, “Come here.”
Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat, her back tensing up in anxiety.
She obediently walked over and stood in front of the desk.
“Come to my side.” Lysander’s chilling voice held a hint of annoyance.
As he spoke, he leaned back in his chair, the movement of which exuded an air of majesty and intimidation.
Thalassa felt a knot in her stomach but had no choice but to obey. She walked around the desk and just as she reached his side,
he pulled her towards him.
Without any warning, she found herself sitting on his lap.
Thalassa gasped slightly.

The thin fabric did little to dull the sensation of his muscular thigh or the burning heat emanating from him.
Thalassa was sitting on his lap, and the dangerous warmth caused a shiver to run up her spine.