The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 994
Lucy had been itching to ask the question, restraining herself until Thalassa was seated at the dinner table. She couldn’t care
less whether Thalassa was going to eat the food or not.
Inviting Thalassa to lunch was just a ruse, a courtesy for Bruce’s sake. If Lucy had it her way, she’d march right over to
Thalassa’s place, grab her by the hair, and demand to know what she was up to with Bruce last night!
Bruce hadn’t come home all evening, leaving Lucy tossing and turning, a sleepless mess.
She’d called him repeatedly in the early hours; he didn’t pick up. Later, when she called again, his phone was conveniently
switched off.
Knowing Bruce’s roving eye, Lucy figured that if he wasn’t home at night, there was always another woman.
She felt like ants on a hot griddle, desperate but helpless.
Finally, daylight came, and so did Bruce.
She cornered him immediately, demanding to know where he’d been the previous night.
Bruce casually mentioned he had something to sort out with Thalassa, stating they had spent the night together. “Thalassa is my
daughter,” he said. “What could we possibly be doing?”
Lucy was skeptical. There was no business between Bruce and Thalassa that would necessitate an overnight stay. So, she
devised a plan, masking it as a meal invitation to accept Thalassa as Bruce’s daughter, with the true intent of grilling her in front
of Bruce about the specifics of their interaction. Lucy’s questioning was urgent, blunt, and direct.
Bruce paused, his cutlery in hand, and glanced toward Thalassa.
He had briefed her over the phone about the situation and the reason for Lucy’s lunch invitation.
He trusted that she wouldn’t be foolish enough to slip up; if she did, her mother’s video might become a bit less secure.
Thalassa looked up, startled by Lucy’s interrogation, and caught Bruce’s icy glare, which was laden with silent threats.

With tension and anger tightening her breath, Thalassa didn’t answer Lucy directly. Instead, she retorted, “Being Bruce’s
daughter, we naturally had matters to discuss. What else could it be? Or are you implying something else? Bruce is your
husband. Are you genuinely suspecting him of something inappropriate with his own daughter? Is his character truly worth
nothing in your eyes?”
With that, she shot Bruce a look laced with scorn and resentment.
She used her response to imply that Bruce was worthless, a jab at his character.
Bruce read her meaning clearly. At home, Lucy had him under her thumb, leaving him breathless. He recognized the insult in
Thalassa’s words.
Last night, he had nearly crossed a line with Thalassa, but that was after he knew she wasn’t his daughter.
He was merely interested in her youthful allure.
Now, Bruce had told Lucy that Thalassa was his daughter, and they had spent the night discussing business. Contradict
Thalassa now by admitting she wasn’t his daughter would risk sending Lucy into an even greater fury.
For years, Bruce had felt suffocated. Divorcing Lucy was out of question; she was too fierce. She would beat him to a pulp at the
slightest provocation, and, being the one who controlled the purse strings, she held financial power over him.
A man without financial independence naturally loses his edge.
Lucy’s smile froze for a moment as she detected the undertone in Thalassa’s words, interpreting them as a defense of Bruce and
an implication that she was too controlling.
Yet, Bruce, if not kept in check, would run wild and pay her no mind at all.