The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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Chapter 1102

When Thalassa thought about Lysander coming to the Crawley Group to pick her up, only to find that

she wasn’t there, a secret thrill of delight bubbled up inside her. She felt a wicked urge to giggle.

After all, Lysander was always so domineering; letting him taste defeat once in a while didn’t seem

such a bad thing.

But before Thalassa’s mirth could fully bloom, the icy tone on the other end of the phone call sent

shivers down her spine. Even through the digital connection, his authoritative presence was palpable.

Quickly masking her amusement, Thalassa steadied her grip on the phone and cleared her throat,

“After we hung up, I caught a cab. You didn’t actually go to the Crawley Group, did you? I mean, I

thought you were kidding. After all, who would presume to trouble a big shot like you for a mere lift?

That would be downright presumptuous of me!”

Her words were a deliberate attempt to feign innocence and deflect any blame for standing him up. And

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yet, her tone was dripping with irony-not directed at Lysander, but at herself.

A man like Lysander, practically royalty in the Starhaven business empire, wouldn’t ordinarily stoop to

collect someone like her-a mere assistant.

As Thalassa finished her spiel, her phone suddenly felt as cold as ice in her hand. Despite the

sweltering heat outside, nearing forty degrees, her phone seemed to have plunged to freezing

temperatures.

She couldn’t see Lysander’s face, but she could well imagine his menacing scowl and the frosty aura

surrounding him now.

Well done, she had managed to infuriate Lysander yet again.

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Feeling the chill creeping through the phone, Thalassa’s newfound bravado started to wane, and a hint

of panic tinged her voice, “Look, I’m already home. If there’s nothing else, I’ll just hang up now.”

Without waiting for a reply, she ended the call.

Lately, too many things had happened.

Thalassa felt a mix of fear, resentment, and frustration towards Lysander-especially since he doubted

the paternity of her unborn child. That single second of suspicion was enough for her to keep her

distance from him for a lifetime.

And then there was the affair with Susan. The mere thought of them together in bed made Thalassa’s

skin crawl. It was her fault-she had been blackmailed by Susan into drugging Lysander, leaving him

vulnerable at the hotel for Susan to take advantage.

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She knew she couldn’t blame Lysander-it was her own wrongdoing-but the idea of him. actually being

with Susan was suffocating, like a lump of cotton stuck in her chest.

Out of nowhere, anger flared up within her.

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In the past, she never would have dared to hang up on Lysander. But now, weighed down by a

multitude of troubles, she found herself with a temper to match.

Inside the Rolls-Royce, Lysander’s presence was chilling to the bone. The temperature in the car

seemed to plummet in response to his mood. He pulled the phone from his ear and stared at the

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screen.

She had really hung up on him.

His handsome face clouded like a stormy winter’s eve, presaging a blizzard.

She was growing bolder by the day.

With a flick of his hand, he tossed the phone onto the seat and ordered the driver, “Let’s go!”

The driver, trembling with fear, fumbled to start the car. Being in the same space as Mr. Sinclair after

he’d made a call was agonizing. The man’s aura could drop ten degrees with a single word.

The poor driver was sweating bullets, hoping he wouldn’t end up like David, exiled to some infernal

outpost in Afriland.

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