The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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Chapter 907

The events that took place inside Vibrant Oasis Residences were beyond the bodyguard’s auditory perception. He

could only report what he saw.

Having heard the bodyguard’s briefing, Lysander’s handsome face turned cold, and a sudden icy aura enveloped

him.

Even through the phone, the bodyguard could feel the oppressive atmosphere, his voice trembling as he spoke,

“After that, Ms. Everhart returned to her villa and didn’t come out again.”

The line went dead before he could utter another word. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the bodyguard sighed. It

was a treacherous tightrope walk, serving Mr. Sinclair; one false step and he’d find himself in deep trouble.

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Lysander’s eyes shimmered with a cold fury. In a sudden movement of frustration, he snapped his pen in half, dark

ink splattering across the document, blotting out lines of carefully written words.

After taking the medication, Evelyn was joined by Thalassa, who stayed by her side, fretting over her well-being.

That evening, Thalassa insisted on sharing a bed with her.

“Thalassa, you haven’t showered yet. Go take one, and then head up to your room on the second floor to sleep. I’ll

be fine,” Evelyn said, trying to reassure her.

“But it’s been so long since we’ve slept together. I really want to stay with you tonight,” Thalassa pleaded softly,

gently tugging at Evelyn’s arm.

“I need some time alone to clear my head. I won’t be able to sleep with you here, sweetie. Go on, back to your

room. Don’t worry; I won’t do anything foolish again,” Evelyn replied, offering a comforting squeeze to Thalassa’s

hand.

Thalassa was terrified at the thought of Evelyn hurting herself again, but seeing her mother’s earnest eyes and

calm demeanor, she finally relaxed.

“I’ll be right here if you need me,” Thalassa conceded, understanding her mother’s need for personal space.

After leaving Evelyn’s room, Thalassa took a hot shower and chose a room close to the staircase on the second

floor.

That night, her sleep was restless, her senses on high alert for any call from Evelyn.

In a haze between sleep and wakefulness, Thalassa saw a dark figure at the edge of her bed. Dismissing it, she

closed her eyes to sleep, but her brain suddenly jolted her awake.

As she sat up, the figure became clearer – a tall, chilling presence, like a ghostly apparition.

Her breath caught in her throat as she scooted back in fear.

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The shadow moved, leaning over her, and a large hand gripped her chin with undeniable strength.

“Who…who are you?” Thalassa gasped, her voice trembling, as she instinctively grasped the hand holding her chin.

“Who else would be at your bedside?” A deep, icy voice cut through the silence, bone-chillingly familiar.

That voice was low and resonant. It triggered memories in Thalassa’s mind.

Lysander!

A wave of fear washed over Thalassa as the acute pain in her jaw reminded her of Lysander’s foul mood.

“Lysander, why are you here? How did you get a key?” Thalassa asked, trying to make him loosen his grip. The pain

in her jaw was radiating to her temples, throbbing fiercely.

“The entire Central Ring Realty Group is mine. Is there any place I can’t enter?” Lysander tightened his hold, forcing

her face up to meet his. In the darkness, his eyes glowed with a predatory light, dangerous and wild.