The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 370

The man on the other end of the line was as cold as a winter wind, chilling to the bone.

His voice was icy and devoid of warmth as he commanded, “From now on, not even a grain of bread should reach her!”

Fitch felt a chill running down his spine, his heart pounding for Thalassa, but he dared not defy Lysander's orders. He managed a response, "Yes, Mr. Sinclair."

The line went dead before he could finish his statement.

Fitch looked up at Thalassa, her chest heaving, her eyes filled with anger yet a glimmer of hope.

Feeling sorry, Fitch suggested, “Ms. Everhart, perhaps you should rest in your room.”

Upon hearing his words, Thalassa knew she had failed.

She had used hunger as a weapon, yet Lysander still refused to let her go.

Thalassa clenched her fists, her heart aching with pain and anger. Her breathing became heavy as she stood there, processing the harsh reality.

With a few heavy breaths, she turned on her heel and stomped up the stairs.

She had planned to contact Hertha for help, but her phone had died.

She scrambled through the room for a suitable charger, but to no avail.

There were two chargers in the room, but neither of them can be used.

Her phone was dead. Without a charger, she was cut off from the outside world.

Her anxiety grew stronger, and she found it impossible to rest.

As she paced in the master bedroom, her heart pounded with agitation and discomfort.

Time flew by, and soon it was afternoon.

She didn't leave her room, and no one came looking for her.