The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 53

Whoa, he actually yanked her up.

That "yank" she mentioned wasn't literally pulling her.

Mr. Sinclair, not only was he bad at understanding language, but his comprehension was a bit off too.

Thalassa’s feet were off the ground; she was trying her best to stand on her tiptoes. Her other hand was tightly gripping the tray, afraid that the red wine inside would fall and shatter.

That was worth twenty grand.

On one side was a twenty-grand bottle of wine, and in front of her was the man's cold face, deep inside his eyes. Who knew what he's thinking?

Thalassa felt the pressure; her heartbeat was racing, and she was very nervous.

Her eyes were blinking nervously, her eyelashes trembling, and her voice was weak and helpless: "Mr. Sinclair, don't lose it; let me go first; I can't breathe."

She was wearing a tight V-neck shirt; the collar was tugged up by him, his fist was pressing on her throat, and his knuckles were blocking her breath.

Her throat was so hurt that she was nearly suffocating.

Thalassa was very scared. In front of the manly Lysander, she felt as weak as an ant; he could squash her at any moment.

Lysander was staring at her coldly; her cheeks were turning red due to a lack of oxygen. Looking down, her short skirt was pulled up by him, and her thighs were about to be exposed.

And in the box, the three other men were eagerly watching.

Their gaze would inevitably land on Thalassa's legs.

Lysander frowned, displeased, and let her go.

Thalassa lost the support of the man. She lost her balance and her body was falling backward. She tried her best to steady herself, but it was no use.

She fell to the ground.