The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 920

Bruce's eyes flickered with malice, but he swiftly tamped it down, maintaining a smile as he set down his coffee cup and pulled out his phone from his pocket. "You might not be aware of how juicy that video is," he said, "let me send it to you."

As Bruce's voice trailed off, Thalassa's phone pinged with a new message. It was a video from Bruce.

Opening it, the content sent a chill down Thalassa's spine, her blood ran cold, her breath caught in her throat.

She could barely stomach the first few seconds before she had to slam the video off, her cheeks trembling with a mix of rage and sorrow as she glared at Bruce. "Delete it. Delete it now!"

Her growled words seemed to squeeze through clenched teeth, her anger at its peak.

In the video, Evelyn was being oppressed by Bruce, her struggles futile, the despair she must have felt was palpable.

Just the thought made Thalassa's heart wrench painfully.

Bruce, seeing Thalassa's eyes burn with hatred yet powerless to act, couldn't help but wear a smug smile. He casually gripped his coffee cup again, "Even if I delete the video from my phone, I have plenty of copies. You're a smart cookie, Thalassa. You know what needs to be done to ensure the video stays buried. You can't stomach it, so imagine how Evelyn would feel?"

Thalassa's hands gripped fiercely, her nails biting into her palms with the weight of her resentment. Yet, confronted with Bruce's shamelessness, she felt helpless to act.

Her breathing became ragged, her body trembled slightly as she forced her eyes shut, struggling to suppress the urge to end him right there.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a new layer of calm, "So, once Susan becomes Lysander's girl, you'll delete all the videos?"

"Of course," Bruce replied, "I'm a man of my word. Besides, I'm your father, why would I lie to you?"

Suppressing the disgust within her, Thalassa managed a cold, mocking smile, "You'd better hope lightning doesn't strike you down."

With that, she rose to her feet and left, unable to bear another second of Bruce's presence.