The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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Chapter 1121

Thalassa stiffened, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She didn’t need to glance over her

shoulder to know who it was.

“You…” Thalassa began to speak.

“Don’t move, just swing the club like I showed you,” came Lysander’s deep, resonant voice, his warm

breath brushing against her sensitive skin behind her ear, sending a tickle down her neck. His large

hand enveloped hers, guiding her to adjust her grip on the golf club.

Pressed against Lysander’s muscular, warm chest, Thalassa could feel the rise and fall of his breath,

making her own breathing heavy and her heart erratic.

With his arms encircling her, teaching her the stance for a golf swing, they looked intimate and

suggestive from afar.

Moments ago, Susan had been mocking Thalassa, but the sight before her left her wide-eyed in shock.

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Jealousy and resentment made her breathing erratic, and she fixated her gaze on the pair wrapped up

in each other, grinding her teeth in silent fury.

Lucy was equally stunned by the scene, her previous confidence frozen in place.

Ethan sipped his juice, chuckling, “All that set-up, I knew Lysander had something up his sleeve.”

Meanwhile, Thalassa was blissfully unaware of the envious stares and hostile glares directed her way.

Lysander’s formidable presence enveloped her, making her breath feel almost involuntary. Once he

had positioned her correctly and she had a firm hold on the club, Lysander’s velvety voice whispered in

her ear, “Swing it like this-quick, accurate, and precise, one good shot.”

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After sharing his secret, Lysander stepped back, his penetrating gaze fixed on Thalassa.

As the heat from his body receded, and his dominant aura retreated, Thalassa’s consciousness

snapped back into place, her heartbeat normalized, and her breathing

steadied.

Following the posture Lysander had set for her, Thalassa took a deep breath, focused on the white golf

ball, and swung with all her might.

The ball soared through the air in a graceful arc.

Susan watched the ball take flight, her heart racing with nervous unease. Silently, she prayed it

wouldn’t fly too far or sink into the hole.

But then, right before her eyes, the ball sailed past hers and dropped precisely into the

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hole a short distance away.

Susan’s heart plummeted.

Thalassa watched the ball disappear into the hole and turned around with a smile, “I won!” Susan’s

face twisted with vexation and anger, “You cheated, getting Lysander to coach you. That’s not a fair

win!”

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Thalassa retorted, “Lysander is my coach, and I don’t recall us agreeing that coaching on the spot was

against the rules?”

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Thalassa had dared to challenge Susan with golf-a game she was not adept

at-confident that Lysander would step in when it mattered. Her earlier conversation had hinted at

Lysander being her coach, and he had just given her a private lesson.

If she had lost, how embarrassing it would have been for Lysander as her coach? To salvage his pride,

he wouldn’t have let her lose.

The outcome was a bet well won.

“What? Lysander is your coach?” Susan was dumbfounded, her disbelief ping-ponging between

Thalassa and Lysander, recalling Thalassa’s earlier insinuations about her ‘extraordinary’ coach while

she had scoffed and taunted.

Damn, she had lost to Thalassa and had managed to offend Lysander!

Susan felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown.

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