The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 424

Lysander had no idea she had moved. He was sure to be waiting for her downstairs in her old apartment building.

Thalassa had just gotten home when she got a call from Lysander, her nerves were on edge.

"Mr. Sinclair, I'm about to go to bed. Can we talk over the phone?" Thalassa tried to refuse his reject, hoping to avoid a face-to-face encounter.

"I'll come up, or you come down. Your choice!" Lysander's voice was icy cold.

"I'll come down, but you'll have to wait a bit. I'm in the shower. I'll be about half an hour."

Thalassa was nervous, incredibly nervous.

If Lysander came up, he would find out she wasn't home.

The thought alone made her scalp tingle.

She had just stood up to him earlier in the day, and if she pissed him off again, the consequences wouldn’t be pleasant.

Thalassa had barely finished speaking when the call ended.

Thalassa had just stepped one foot in the door when she had to pull it back out and bolt towards the stairs.

Just as she was about to go downstairs, she realized she was still wearing the jade bracelet Leopold had given her.

She quickly stopped, ran back to her apartment, took off the bracelet, and stashed it in the drawer of the shoe cabinet by the door.

Then, she rushed out as if her life depended on it.

It was already past ten in the evening. Her neighborhood, an older one, wasn't very busy, and there weren't many cars on the road.

She stood by the roadside for a while, but no car came.

Thalassa checked her smartphone. Eight minutes had passed since Lysander's call, and still, no taxi had come. What was she going to do?

Lysander was not the type of person who liked to be kept waiting.

If he started to lose his patience, Thalassa would be the one to suffer.

She had to cover a certain distance from the back gate to her apartment building. Thalassa couldn't keep Lysander waiting too long, so she quickened her pace towards him.

She circled around from the back to the front of the building and saw a black Rolls-Royce parked under a street lamp. The luxurious black car, under the dim yellow light, seemed to exude a chilling aura that made one wary.

That was Lysander's car.

Thalassa hurried over, looking through the car window to see Lysander in the back seat. His handsome face was cold and imposing.

Thalassa's heart skipped a beat. Her breath hitched.

She took a few careful deep breaths to calm her racing heart after her run.

She lifted her hand and nervously knocked on the car door.

With a click, the door opened.

As the door opened, a cold aura seeped out. The oppressive and icy air brushed against Thalassa's skin, making her shiver.