The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 289

Thalassa glanced around, not spotting Lysander, and finally relaxed enough to pull out her phone and dial Evelyn.

"What are you up to? I'm in the middle of a poker game with friends. Can you stop bothering me?" Evelyn started to complain as soon as the call connected.

Knowing time was of the essence, Thalassa ignored her and cut to the chase: "Mom, you need to hurry home. The kids are asleep by themselves, I'm out and not at home."

"What? How could you do that? Leaving the kids alone at home in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid they'd wake up and not find you, fall out the window, or get taken by some bad guys?" Evelyn's sharp reprimand resonated clearly through the phone.

Thalassa was especially anxious because she was worried something might happen to the kids.

She couldn't help but feel like crying, "Mom, I didn't want to, but my boss had something come up last minute. I thought I'd be back soon, but I'm still not back."

"Alright, alright, you go do your work. I'll finish this round and head back." With that, Evelyn hung up.

Thalassa put down her phone, letting out a sigh of relief.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and a powerful presence approached.

Feeling the oppressive atmosphere, Thalassa began to sweat nervously. She turned around to see Lysander walking towards her.

He'd changed from his wet clothes into a dark grey silk pajama set, oozing a masculine appeal and charm.

His handsome exterior was almost unbelievable.

His tall figure exuded a sense of opulence. His presence was overpowering, causing Thalassa to instinctively step back in alarm, "Mr. Sinclair."

Lysander approached her, extending his hand, "Give me your phone."

His voice was cold, leaving no room for debate.

Thalassa swallowed hard, explaining, "I was just calling my mom, afraid she might worry seeing I'm not home this late."

"Give it to me, don't make me repeat myself!" Lysander's words were cold and heartless.

Thalassa's heart pounded. She felt helpless and had no choice but to hand him her phone.

Lysander snatched the phone from her hands, slid it unlocked, and found it password-protected.

His penetrating gaze fixed on her, "Password!"

Thalassa bit her lip, whispering, "123456."