The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 549
Lysander didn’t even spare a glance at the man next to him. His frosty gaze fixed on Thalassa, who was standing at the edge of
the dance floor. With long strides, he advanced towards
her.
The bar owner, ignored, felt a bit awkward but maintained his cheerful demeanor, ready to serve at Lysander’s side at any
moment.
David told him, “Nothing big, go get your work done.”
That was his polite way of saying he was in the way.
The bar owner instantly understood, nodded, and took his leave.
Seeing Lysander approach, Alaric too stepped back, clearing the spot next to Thalassa.
Thalassa, with a slight sway to her stance and a drunken glimmer in her eyes, watched Lysander approach. Seeing his familiar
face, she even let out a couple of giggles.
The icy aura of Lysander closed in. Standing in front of Thalassa, his deep eyes glowing with frostiness. “How much have you
had?” he asked, his eyes fixed on her.
Thalassa raised a finger, then two, shook her head, “No, five...haha...”
She held up five fingers, laughing a little, then suddenly, her stomach churned. She felt nauseous and her body swayed.
Lysander scooped her quickly and pulled her into his cold, dark shadow.
“Do you think this method of defiance against me will work?” Lysander’s voice was cold and resonant in Thalassa’s ear.
His intimidating presence echoed in her ears and her heart.
Thalassa shook her head, “I don’t know...”
She hadn’t intended to defy him; she was just in a bad mood and wanted to let loose.

After Thalassa spoke, she rested her head on Lysander. Her breathing became heavy as if she was falling asleep.
Lysander stared at the woman in his arms. His eyes were frosty and his aura was even more oppressive and restrained.
He had indeed prepared to never see her again and to cut her out of his life.
But when Alaric told him she was getting drunk at the bar and flirting with young men, he couldn’t control his anger!
This woman was constantly pushing his limits.
She knew exactly how to provoke him!
Yet now, she was drunk and leaning against him, looking so vulnerable and soft. The anger inside him inexplicably subsided.
Lysander’s breathing deepened. He lifted Thalassa and turned to leave the bar.
Hertha snapped back to reality and immediately followed, “Hey, Lysander, let go of Thalassa. Where are you taking her?”
Thalassa had told her that Lysander was a dangerous man. Everything he did was to torment her and to vent his resentment.
Now Thalassa was drunk, unconscious, and being taken away by Lysander. Wasn’t she at his mercy?
What if he hurt Thalassa?
Hertha took a couple of steps, but was stopped by a bouncer.
The bouncer was tall, well-built and looked intimidating.
Hertha didn’t dare to force her way through, so she gave them a couple of smiles and tried to negotiate, “Hey, she’s my friend.
Can you let me go? I just want to make sure she’s safe.”
The bouncer remained expressionless, completely ignoring-her.
Alaric chuckled, “You must be a fool.”
With that, he followed Lysander out of the bar.
If she had just left with them quietly, everything would have been fine. But she had to cause a scene and get herself stopped, If
that was not foolish, what was?

Hertha, called a fool, was furious and yelled at Alaric’s retreating figure, “I’m not a fool!”