The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

card, so she bent down to stuff it into his hand, saying. Dont worry I didn’t overcharge you, only for the

wine

already wearing a low-cut top, and when she bent over Lysander felt his throat tighten involuntarily

Her hand brushed his, the touch soft and cold, a feeling he found strangely familiar

It was just a brief touch, but it was enough to stir up a whirlwind of thoughts in Lysander’s mind.

His gaze deepened, and he began to show signs of emotional turmoil

Her unintentional touch was enough to set him on edge

This woman, Thalassa was constantly drawing him in

Just as Thalassa was about to stand up after handing him the black card he grabbed her wi up sitting

on his lap

His thighs were warm, and his muscles were firm

The moment she sat on his lap, Thalassa could feel his change

Thalassa was stunned, her eyes wide open. “Mr. Sinclair, what are you doing?”

His hand w big and strong, and with a pull, she ended

She tried to push him away, but he held her hand, and his other hand was behind her back, preventing

her from escaping

His voice was deep and slightly hoarse. “Do I have to make a move on you before you’ll take the

money?”

He was very generous with Celia’s other friends, giving them a lot of money

And she was Celia’s cousin, they had grown up together, and he couldn’t bear to see her in distress

and not give her money

He asked her to take as much money as she wanted, but she wouldn’t take a dime

Since she didn’t want free money, did she enjoy trading her body for money?

His counter-question felt like an insult to Thalassa, and she panicked

She began to struggle fiercely, saying. “Mr. Sinclair, let me go. I’m just a waitress. There are plenty of

women here for you, just pick one”

Alaric was laughing so hard that his body was shaking “Yeah, Lysander, with so many beauties around,

why pick on a waitress?

Lysander gave them a cold look and said, ‘Get out!”

lanc answered quickly standing up.

Ethan and Richard knew better, they also stood up and quickly left the room, afraid that they might get

hurt by Lysander’s gaze if they stayed any longer.

also left, but the woman who had just hit on Lysander stayed, watching Thalassa with a hateful look

She thought

much prettier than Thalassa, why did Mr. Sinclair let her sit on his lap and not her?

by jealousy. Alanc dragged her away, whispering in her ear. “You’re really brave to stay, arent you

afraid of dying? Give it up, it s

never going to be your turn

The room quickly emptied, and Alaric even thoughtfully closed the door.

Now there were just Thalassa and Lysander left in the room.

Thalassa had thought that since there were so many people around. Lysander wouldn’t do anything to

her, she just needed to find a chance to escape his

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But now

Thalassa was panicking, her scalp was tingling, and her blood seemed to be flowing in reverse. She

was alternating between fear and shock.

She struggled desperately, saying, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m not what you think, I’m just a waitress.

Turned out that Lyranders body had started to lose control because of her touch. Her irregular

movements on his lap made his temperature gradually

His voice took on an even huskier tone.