The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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Chapter 1115

Bruce’s pride was deflated like a popped balloon, his face flushed with the shame of public

embarrassment. His heart raced with panic as he shot Lucy a glare that could kill. If only Lysander

would just get rid of her, he could wash his hands of this mess.

Lysander’s gaze shifted to his entourage of bodyguards. “Help her out!” he commanded.

The bodyguards, each a towering figure of muscle and brawn, began to move. These weren’t just any

hired guns; they were trained fighters. If they laid their hands on Lucy, her pretty face might not stay so

pretty.

Lucy’s legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled back a step, her voice quivering with fear. “I…I’ll do it, Mr.

Sinclair. Please, I’ll handle it myself.”

The bodyguards paused, allowing her the space. Lucy, fighting back tears, raised her hands and

slapped herself across the cheeks. “It’s all my fault, I deserve this for speaking out of turn!”

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“That’s not nearly enough!” Lysander’s voice was icy, gripping the room with its authority.

Lucy’s heart skipped a beat. Clenching her teeth, she slapped herself again, harder this time. “I

deserve it, I do! I’ll never speak out of turn again!”

The slaps resounded with a sharp ‘smack, smack, her cheeks burning from the force she used. She

had to make it convincing, fearful that Lysander would demand more if he wasn’t satisfied.

Her cheeks stung painfully, her head buzzed, and a ringing echoed in her ears. She was relentless in

her self-punishment.

All the while, she acknowledged her mistake, hoping to quell Lysander’s anger.

Bruce watched from the sidelines with cold approval, thinking she got what she deserved. After the

self-inflicted punishment, Lucy looked up at Lysander with panic in her eyes, trying to gauge if he was

appeased.

Lysander’s expression remained intense, but his piercing gaze now turned to Thalassa. “Are you

satisfied?”

He was seeking Thalassa’s approval. If she wasn’t satisfied, Lucy would have to continue the slapping.

Thalassa caught Lysander’s intense look, recognizing that he was seeking justice for her, standing up

for her. Under different circumstances, she would have been grateful for his support. However, the

thought of the night he spent with Susan made her heart clenched painfully, preventing any sense of

joy.

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After all, Lysander was on Lucy’s side.

His defense of her now seemed only a temporary gesture.

Thalassa’s breath trembled as she tried to speak through her discomfort. “A couple of slaps for a few

careless words, I doubt she’ll be speaking out of turn again.”

She didn’t want to prolong the ordeal.

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Ethan, taking control of the situation, said, “Take a seat. You haven’t finished your juice, and wasting

them isn’t a good habit.”

Lucy glanced warily at Bruce, no longer daring to stay close to Lysander.

Bruce, however, didn’t even spare her a look, nonchalantly sitting down with a fake smile, feigning

admiration. “Mr. Sinclair, your decisiveness is admirable. I’m much more at ease knowing you’re

watching out for Thalassa.”

Upon hearing Bruce’s insincere words, Thalassa shot him an angry look.

Lysander’s hand rested casually on the table, but the veins on his hand stood out, his eyes cold as

daggers when he looked at Bruce.

“Mr. Sinclair, your juice is ready,” cooed a voice, artificially sweet.

The waitress approached, placing the juice in front of Lysander with eyes that openly

flirted.

Thalassa’s elegant brows furrowed in disapproval as she recognized the so-called

waitress it was Susan!

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