The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1017

Joshua peered at the interactions between Lysander and Thalassa, and he sensed the tension and unresolved issues simmering between them. Yet, in Lysander's gaze, Joshua witnessed a loss of control he had never seen in his friend's eyes before.

Lysander was a veteran, known for his stoic and indifferent nature. He had an ironclad self-control, imperturbable in the face of adversity, with no person or situation easily ruffling his composure. But in Thalassa's presence, his usual cool faltered.

Richard remained silent, as he was keenly aware that meddling in Lysander's affairs would be a bad idea. Just the night before, Lysander had coldly warned him that if anything happened to Thalassa, Richard would be dragged down with her. That icy, stern admonition was more than enough to keep him on the straight and narrow.

He dared not get entangled in whatever was going on between Lysander and Thalassa. Lysander was clearly fallen too deep for Thalassa. If there was any conflict between the two, he might not have the heart to blame Thalassa, but it could catch others in the crossfire.

Richard certainly didn't want to be in the line of fire. He hadn't touched a drop of liquor today either. He was the host of the gathering, and he needed to stay sharp to maintain order.

"Lysander, don't get worked up, buddy. Let's have another drink. You know how it is with women - you gotta pamper them, make a fuss over them, and then they'll see the good in you," Joshua said, picked up the bottle, and poured another round for both himself and Lysander, trying to ease his friend's mind.

Lysander's handsome face was tense, and his deep-set eyes were frosty. He remained silent.

Joshua raised his glass to Lysander, "Let's just say this is for me, man. Don't sweat the small stuff."

Lysander would certainly oblige to take Joshua’s toast. For him, Joshua was someone of high esteem, a mentor and a friend.

Lysander lifted his glass and joined Joshua in the drink.

Susan watched from a distance, her heart fluttering with wicked delight. The more Lysander drank, the stronger the effects of the drug would be, and the easier her task would become.

Perfect!

Thalassa stepped out of the private room and answered a phone call with a worried tone, "Mom, what's up?"