The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 917
Thalassa felt the firm grip of Lysander’s hand pulling her around the desk, stumbling until she found herself directly in front of
him. He clutched her chin, tilting her head up to meet his piercing gaze. His eyes, seething with unspoken fury, blazed intensely.
“Always Leopold, Leopold, Leopold! You can’t stand to leave his home, can you? Wake up, Thalassa! Leopold’s gone, erased
from. this world, never to return!”
Lysander’s voice was edged with anger and heavy with breath. His eyes held a storm of emotions-rage, urgency, and a barely
discernible trace of helplessness.
Angry and restless because he couldn’t sway her heart.
A sharp pain stabbed through Thalassa’s chest, a burning ache that quickly spread. The physical pain at her wrist and jaw was
nothing compared to the agony emanating from her heart.
The sorrow and endurance Thalassa had kept hidden were exposed by Lysander’s words. Her eyes shimmered with tears as
she fiercely met his gaze, determined not to let them fall.
“How did he die, Lysander? You know better than anyone. You were there; you saw him die right before your eyes. Don’t you feel
even a shred of guilt?”
Tears slipped from her eyes as her voice trembled with a low growl, her breathing ragged.
She had confronted Lysander, demanding to know why he waited until after Leopold’s death to have Sinclair Group’s PR
department announce that the explosion was due to a malfunction in a smartphone produced by their subsidiary, Leossa
Electronics, resulting in a billion-dollar settlement to the families.
Why did he choose to address this matter only after Leopold’s death?
And how had he responded?
He maintained this authoritative and untouchable stance, asserting that she had the audacity to question his business decisions!
Indeed, she couldn’t challenge his business acumen. He was the golden boy, a commercial prodigy. His business decisions were
undeniably correct! However, they were also exceedingly ruthless to the point where even the life of his own nephew couldn’t
outweigh considerations of profits and business strategy!

Leopold had died because of the explosion, driven to his end by Lysander.
In her saner moments, Thalassa could silently endure, planning to get close to Lysander, waiting for him to let his guard down so
she could escape with the children.
But now, with the floodgates of her heart flung open, her pain washed over her like a deluge, and she couldn’t hold back her
accusations.
Lysander’s eyes turned colder, like the depths of the ocean, as if the tempest within could engulf Thalassa whole.
“What did you say? Guilt? Listen to me, Thalassa, I, Lysander Sinclair, will never feel guilt toward anyone! If Leopold’s still
occupying your heart, I have ways to drive him out!”
His handsome face darkened ominously, his breath as cold as ice cascading across her face, threatening to freeze her in place.
Lysander clenched his jaw, barely containing his rage.
He had given Leopold numerous chances to admit his errors and offered to fix things, but Leopold stubbornly insisted that he
was responsible for the explosion, pressuring him to make a mistake, to relinquish control of the Sinclair Group!
Lysander never took the fall for anyone else!
But because of Leopold’s death, the Sinclair Group had taken the blame. What was there to feel guilty about? His only regret
was not sending Leopold to jail sooner.
“What are you going to do?” Thalassa’s voice quivered with fear as she saw Lysander’s dark and brooding expression, her pupils
constricting.
“Ah!” In the next moment, her head was forcibly pushed down, bringing her to her knees before him.
He unzipped his jeans.