The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 77

After Thalassa had finished speaking, she was ready to leave.

Alaric glanced at Lysander, who looked tense and deep in thought.

Alaric burst into laughter, saying, "Who said we don't need your wine anymore? Come, pour a glass for Lysander."

Thalassa stopped and turned around.

She glanced at Lysander, who looked indifferent and composed, not even sparing her a glance.

Thalassa thought to herself, maybe she was just being too sensitive. After all, Zola only sent them to sell wine.

Wasn't she here to sell wine and make money?

She uncorked the red wine and poured a glass for Lysander.

Meanwhile, Hertha also opened a bottle of red wine and started pouring for the other three.

The lady that Alaric had kept was sitting next to him. She was dressed provocatively and began snuggling up to him.

Alaric didn't refuse her advances. Instead, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms, looking very delighted.

Hertha looked at them, feeling very unhappy. As she poured wine into Alaric's glass, she was so preoccupied with watching Alaric and the lady that she didn't notice when she overfilled the glass, causing red wine to spill onto the table.

Lysander was annoyed, and he frowned. "Are you here to make trouble? Back off!"

Lysander's voice was intimidating and chilling. Hertha got so scared that the bottle of red wine slipped from her hands.

The wine poured out like a flood, spilling onto the table and flowing onto the pants of the four men sitting around the table.

Lysander moved his legs to avoid the spill, his expression as cold as ice.

Hertha, looking flustered and on the verge of tears, kept apologizing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

She was completely at a loss.

Lysander's face was tight with anger, looking as though he was about to explode.

Thalassa reacted quickly and grabbed a napkin to wipe the wine off him. "Mr. Sinclair, don't be mad. She didn't mean to do it. I'll clean it up."

Thalassa was anxious to calm Lysander down, and her movements hastened.

Halfway through, she suddenly felt that something was off.

She stopped abruptly.

Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet Lysander's deep eyes and his tightly pursed lips. It seemed like his cheeks were trembling slightly.

He looked like he was about to punish her.

Thalassa's heart jumped, and she quickly raised her hands in surrender. "I swear I didn't mean to; do you believe me?"

Lysander's face was grim, and he gritted his teeth. "What do you think?"

Thalassa fell silent.

Everyone watched the escalating tension between the two of them as sparks flew in the air. Everyone was looking forward to what would happen next.

Alaric, with the lady in his arm and a glass of wine in his hand, looked on with interest, as though he were watching a great show.

Things were getting more and more exciting.