The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 763
The scene unfolded lightning fast, faster than Thalassa could comprehend.
She was left dumbfounded witnessing Jason’s screams of agony.
“Do you think she’s someone you can just touch?” Lysander’s voice was cold as ice.
Jason, writhing in pain, knew only too well who Lysander was. He was the undisputed kingpin of Starhaven and the head of the
wealthiest family throughout the town.
Jason began begging for mercy as he realized Thalassa’s connection with Lysander, “I didn’t know she was with you, Mr.
Sinclair. I swear I’ll never do it again. Please let me go.”
Sweat trickled down Jason’s forehead as he grappled with the intense pain in his wrist; his legs trembled in fear.
Just moments ago, he had been condescendingly telling Thalassa to know her place, to stop chasing after Mr. Ethan. Little did
he realize, she was with Mr. Sinclair, whose status far surpassed Mr. Ethan’s!
The blow to his ego came so swiftly that he could feel his heart trembling in his chest.
“Get lost!” Lysander snapped, tossing Jason aside.
Clutching his broken wrist, Jason ran off and left his car behind.
As Thalassa stood there in a daze, she found herself locked in Lysander’s deep, icy gaze.
Her heart skipped a beat as she nervously explained, “We had a company dinner tonight. I was planning to leave early to spend
time with my mom...”
“You seem scared?” Lysander’s sharp eyes bore into her as he stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
His towering figure cast a shadow over her, his dangerous aura palpable. Thalassa froze, not daring to move.
Sensing her discomfort, Lysander said, “He should consider himself lucky that he didn’t do anything more to you. Otherwise, he’d
be dealing with more than just a broken wrist. You won’t be involved as long as you steer clear.”
Thalassa’s breath hitched. She was unable to utter a word.

Thalassa nodded lightly, still overwhelmed by Lysander’s imposing presence. She couldn’t relax despite she wanted to.
“You seem to forget something.” Lysander’s deep voice broke the silence.
Confused, Thalassa turned towards him.
Lysander’s chiseled features were a mix of shadow and light, inscrutable under the glittering neon light.
“What did I forget?” she asked.
“Our private chat tonight.” Lysander’s voice was deep and husky, like a veil of fog.
Thalassa’s eyes widened. Their private chat? The one she had mentioned in his office earlier in the day? Did he still remember
that?
Before she could gather her thoughts, Lysander guided her to his car and helped her into the passenger seat. He bent down
towards her while his powerful aura filled the space between them. The faint scent of sandalwood wafted over her as his
handsome face brushed past her cheek. It was as if she had been struck by lightning; her body was trembling, her breath was
hitching, and her heart was beating out of rhythm.
What was he planning to do in the car?
Every pore of Thalassa’s body was on high alert. Each time they were together, Lysander’s energy was overwhelming, and her
pleas for mercy fell on deaf
ears.
The next day, she would be too sore to get out of bed. This thought filled her with panic. If it happened in the car, her situation
would be even more dire. Thalassa felt nervous and gripped the car seat tightly.