The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 286

Chapter 286 

The black car, reflecting the colorful neon lights, slowly parked next to Thalassa. 

The window rolled down, revealing a man with an incredibly handsome and stern face. 

He looked at Thalassa. His deep eyes emanated a chill under the street lights. 

This made Thalassa stiffen with nerves. 

Why would Lysander show up now? 

For the past few days, Lysander had hardly sought her out. 

She thought it was because Charlotte had visited him at the company, and considering his fiancée, he didn’t make any inappropriate demands or actions towards Thalassa. 

She never expected that he would show up this late. 

Thalassa was too terrified to speak. She wanted to run away, but the powerful aura of the man paralyzed her feet. 

“Aren’t you going to get in? Do I need to come out and invite you personally?” Lysander’s cold voice rang out. 

Thalassa snapped back to reality. 

Could she run away? 

Probably not. If she ran back now and was caught by Lysander, and he found out about the four kids at home, things would get even more complicated. 

Nervous, Thalassa opened the car door and got in. 

The atmosphere inside the car was extremely tense, the air seemingly frozen, making it hard for Thalassa to breathe. 

The car started, adjusted its direction, and drove out of the neighborhood. 

Nervously, Thalassa asked, “Mr. Sinclair, where are you taking me?” 

Lysander didn’t answer, his face expressionless, his hands on the steering wheel, driving faster. 

Anxious, Thalassa said, “Mr. Sinclair, please stop the car. I need to go back.” 

The four kids were still sleeping at home, with no adult around. If they woke up and couldn’t find their mother, they would be scared. 

She couldn’t bear the thought of the kids waking up, not finding any adult around, and crying at home. 

Lysander glanced at her in the rearview mirror, coldly saying, “Thalassa, my patience has its limits!” 

Thalassa’s hand, which was about to open the car door, froze, unable to move. The icy chill emanating from the man made her tremble. 

Soon, the car stopped in the most bustling part of the city, a residential area full of luxurious villas. 

The black Rolls-Royce stopped in the yard of a villa. Lysander got out of the car, opened the back door, grabbed Thalassa’s wrist, and took her out of the car. 

His hand was like a vice, squeezing her wrist painfully. Thalassa struggled, “Mr. Sinclair, let me go. Let me go home!” 

She was both nervous and worried.