The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1165

Curiosity got the better of Thalassa as she pondered how Lysander had pinpointed her location with such precision, especially given that she hadn't even picked up the only phone when he called.

Gazing into her eyes with his deep-set ones, Lysander said, “Atticus tracked your cell's location.”

It wasn't just a single call he had made to her; it was over a dozen. Each call went through, but she hadn't answered any.

This unusual occurrence tipped Lysander off that something was wrong.

He had Atticus trace Thalassa's phone and send him the coordinates.

By the time he made that last call to her, he was already speeding toward the cemetery.

As his car neared its destination, the sight of flames was reaching for the sky above the gravesite. He was desperate so he floored the pedal to get there as fast as possible.

Thalassa understood and nodded. Her narrow escape from death owed as much to Lysander's timely rescue as it did to her son's intervention.

Without that timely location tracking, Lysander might have been greeted by nothing more than a charred corpse.

"Why on earth were you at Leopold's grave at this hour?" Lysander's handsome face hardened, his aura chilling the air around them like a sudden snowfall.

Sensing his anger, Thalassa fought to suppress her inner panic, feigning confidence as she replied, “I had no intention of being here so late, believe me. It was a spooky, pitch-black place without a single streetlight. I was there because Debby was on my tail. I was trying to shake her off and somehow ended up driving here. That woman's lost her mind. She tied me to Leopold's headstone and wanted me to 'join' Leopold...”

"Do you wish to join him?" Lysander asked, his voice cold as ice.

Startled by his abrupt detachment, Thalassa froze.

What kind of question was that?

Did he think she wanted to die?

“Of course not. Why else would I be screaming for help?” Thalassa retorted.

She felt that everyone around her was losing their minds. Debby’s actions were somewhat understandable, driven to extremes by grief. But Lysander? He was usually so composed and icy. Now he seemed to be showing a hint of madness too.