The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Just picturing that scene would make one cringe like crazy.

The whole afternoon, Thalassa Everhart was running around like a headless chicken.

Finally, when it was time to knock off, she packed up her cleaning tools and was ready to call it a day.

She took the bus home every day, and today was no different. She stood across the street waiting for

the bus, but it seemed to be running late. She had already been waiting for half an hour, and it was still

a no-show.

Her phone started ringing. It was her mother, Evelyn Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

She answered, “What’s up, mom?”

“Weren’t you supposed to come home and explain things to me? Why aren’t you home yet? Are you

trying to pull a fast one on me?” Evelyn was clearly getting impatient, firing off questions as soon as

Thalassa picked up.

A bit exasperated, Thalassa responded, “I’m on my way home. I’ll be there in a bit. Just hang tight.”

With that, she hung up.

The bus was still nowhere in sight, but a taxi happened to pull up beside her. Without thinking twice,

and without getting a good look at who the driver was, she hopped in, giving the driver her home

address.

Without any further ado, the driver stepped on the gas, and they were off, moving at a speedy clip.

Just then, Lysander happened to be driving home. He saw Thalassa get into a taxi, and the driver, to

his surprise, was John!

Lysander’s eyes flashed with anger. He knew Thalassa well enough to know that she was a master

manipulator, using her charms to get whatever she wanted, and never leaving any stone unturned.

He had already helped her out several times, out of respect for Celia. In his book, he had done his part.

Whatever she wanted to do with any guy was none of his business! That was Lysander’s thinking.

He reached a three way intersection, ready to make a left turn and head home. But then, out of the

corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Thalassa’s taxi heading towards an underground parking lot

of a hotel.

Lysander’s eyes darkened, and a cold aura enveloped him as he clenched his teeth. How could she be

so casual, just going off to a hotel with a man!

Was she really that desperate?

Lysander’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. His rational mind told him

to let it go, but his emotions were like a wild beast, beyond his control.

On a section of the road where U-turns were not allowed, he swerved abruptly. The screeching sound

of the tires against the road pierced through the air, followed by a puff of smoke He quickly changed

course and sped towards the hotel.

Thalassa started to panic, realizing that the driver was not following the right route. She tried to get his

attention, but he ignored her. It was only then that she recognized the driver as John.

She tried desperately to get him to stop the car, but he only drove faster. He even drove straight into

the underground parking lot of the hotel.

The moment the car came to a halt, Thalassa quickly pushed the door open and tried to make a run for

it.

“Where do you think you’re going!” She didn’t get very far before John grabbed her and started

dragging her towards the elevator.

“Ah, let me go, uh… Thalassa screamed in fear, but the next instant, her mouth was muffled by a piece

of cloth.