The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 952

Chapter 952 

“Go ahead, scream. The louder you scream, the more I like it,” the man chuckled, his greasy fingers clutching at Thalassa’s collar, eager to rip her clothes apart. 

“No!” Thalassa’s entire being revolted, a wave of nausea overwhelming her as she struggled with all her might, the desperation. palpable. 

“How can you say no? Just wait till I show you just how brutal I can be. I’m really good at this,” the man sneered, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. 

“No!” Thalassa’s breath was ragged, her heart pounding in terror. In desperation, she lifted her foot, aiming a fierce kick at him. He caught her foot in his grip, and with his other hand, leisurely continued to unbutton her blouse, a vile smirk on his face. Thalassa felt sick to her stomach, on the verge of vomiting! 

Panic and fear raced through her, her mind a whirlwind of chaos and dread, as darkness threatened to engulf her vision. If he dared touch her, she resolved to bite her own tongue and end it all. 

Just as the repulsive man was about to undo the second button of her blouse, leaving Thalassa feeling utterly defeated, a sudden noise shattered the tension. 

Boom! 

The door to the small room was kicked open with force. 

A figure strode in swiftly, grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck, and with a mighty heave, threw him against the wall, producing a dull thud upon impact. 

“Hey, you think you can manhandle me!” The burly man glared at the newcomer with malice. 

“She’s mine. I’ve already discussed it with Mr. Brennan. I’ll make sure she experiences true despair and agony. Go collect your cash,” the newcomer, another man with a chilling expression, said to the burly man. 

Thalassa, in her despair, turned to look at the new arrival. Her eyes found Bruce his lean, well-maintained form and the scholarly air that he carried. 

Her heart, far from being relieved, clenched even tighter. 

Bruce was in cahoots with Daniel? 

“Why should I leave her to you? I got her here; she’s my prize,” the burly man protested, unwilling to let go of the beauty that seemed to be served up on a platter for him. 

Bruce lifted his phone, his thumb hovering over the send button with 911 already dialed in. 

“I’ve recorded everything you just said. One press, and you’re a kidnapper facing years behind bars. No need for me to spell it out, right?” Bruce said coldly. 

The threat of the police sent the burly man into a panic, his eyes losing their ferocity as he cursed at Bruce, “You’re ruthless. Just don’t let me catch you around again!” 

With a final, reluctant glance at Thalassa, who lay on the ground with her blouse partially undone, he swallowed hard, torn between desire and freedom. 

He chose freedom in the end. He could always find another beauty, but he couldn’t afford to lose his liberty. 

Grudgingly, the burly man turned away and left.