The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 930

Thalassa sidled up to the bar and dropped Ethan's name. The bartender, true to his word, handed her a bottle of fine Merlot with a knowing nod.

Clutching the wine, Thalassa was about to make her way to the private booth when her phone erupted in her pocket, its vibrations impossible to ignore.

She fished out the device and stared at the number on the screen—unlisted, yet familiar. It had called before and left messages.

Even without a contact name, Thalassa knew who it was.

The digits danced ominously on the display, sending a shiver down her spine. She didn't want to answer, but the persistent buzzing in her hand was like a devil on her shoulder, reminding her of the terror of not picking up.

Taking a deep breath, Thalassa answered.

"Thalassa, why'd it take you so long to answer?" Bruce's icy voice oozed through the speaker, as expected.

Teeth gritted, Thalassa shot back, "Bruce, what the hell do you want?"

Her breath came in waves, anger surging within her.

"Susan's at the bar, and I’ve heard that Lysander's tucked away in one of the booths. Remember our deal. Miss this chance, and I can't vouch for the safety of that video."

The threat of the video again!

Thalassa seethed silently.

"Thalassa, you hear me?" Bruce's voice, edged with a reminder, cut through her thoughts.

It carried a clear threat, laced with malice.

Last time, Bruce had tried to pawn off a necklace at the mall and ended up on the wrong side of Lysander's fist. Lucky for him, some good Samaritan had rushed him to the hospital; otherwise, he might have been a goner.