The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1120

As Susan finished her taunt, she beckoned a caddy over with a casual wave. "Bring me the best club you've got here."

The caddy nodded and quickly returned with the requested equipment.

Club in hand, Susan shot a challenging glare at Thalassa, who responded with a slight, amused smile, remaining silent.

"Susan, we all believe in you!" Lucy pumped her fist energetically in Susan's direction, making a cheering gesture. After her show of support, she nudged Bruce's arm, urging him to show some spirit.

Bruce gave a small nod, choosing to stay quiet. Caught between a rock and a hard place—his loyalty split between the daughter who'd grown up by his side and the one he'd publicly acknowledged—it wasn't clear whom he should support. He decided it was best to lay low.

When Lucy had boldly declared in front of Thalassa and Lysander that Thalassa was his illegitimate daughter born outside of marriage, neither had objected.

This confirmation led Bruce to believe that Thalassa hadn't revealed to Lysander that she wasn't his biological daughter. In Lysander's eyes, Thalassa was still his child!

Could this be the reason why Lysander ordered the arrest of Elliott and the manager of Crest Summit Hotel but spared him?

Bruce learned that Elliott had confessed to Lysander about his involvement in Thalassa's kidnapping. Knowing he had been part of the plot against Thalassa and yet Lysander hadn't sent anyone to arrest him had Bruce on edge, fearing the police might come for him at any moment. Yet, days passed without incident.

He had been puzzled, but now he thought he understood the reason.

Lysander, out of consideration for Thalassa, had refrained from having him arrested. Thalassa, likely believing her mother's video was still on his phone, hadn't dared make a move or tell Lysander the truth.

After all, the safety of her mother's video was tied to his own. If anything happened to him, the video would be exposed in a desperate act of self-preservation.

Susan stepped onto the green, assumed a poised stance, and with a style all her own, took a few practice swings before striking the ball. It flew across the sky, tracing a graceful arc before landing on the turf.

The ball didn't make it into the hole, stopping just a meter away—an impressive feat for someone who had swung just once. Most people required several attempts to sink the ball.