The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 498

A dangerous aura radiated from Lysander. His low growl shook the room like a mini earthquake.

Amelia, startled by his fury, realized Lysander was telling her to leave after she slipped her tongue. Without hesitation, she bolted from the office.

Thalassa was also affected by Lysander’s anger; his icy demeanor made her believe he wanted her out as well. She turned on her heel and hastily made her way towards the exit.

Just as she was about to reach the door, a vice-like grip clasped around her neck, sending a wave of intense pain through her.

Thalassa froze. She gritted her teeth against the pain and her breath was hitching in her chest.

Before she could react, she was yanked back by Lysander and stumbling into his muscular chest.

The strength of him was overwhelming; it was like being caught in a dangerous storm.

Thalassa’s heart pounded, “Mr. Sinclair, please calm down...”

Her voice was laced with fear.

Lysander's hand moved to her chin, squeezing it so tight that her mouth puckered and her cheeks contorted.

His gaze was dark and menacing, “Tell me, where is Leopold?”

His icy breath prickled her skin, causing a sharp pain that only heightened her fear.

Thalassa lifted her hands, grasping Lysander's wrist in a futile attempt to loosen his grip and alleviate some of the pain.

However, her strength was insignificant compared to his.

Biting back the pain and the rising panic, Thalassa stammered, “I...I don't know where Leopold is...”

“Still not telling the truth, huh?” Lysander's gaze was cold and unwavering as he tightened his grip.

Thalassa gasped for breath; her voice came out as a desperate plea, “I really don't know where he is. After I ran into him outside the mall, I left immediately. I don't know where he went, and I haven't been in contact with him...”

Lysander tugged at his tie in frustration, his hawk-like eyes fixed on her, his oppressive air palpable, “What do you think?”

Thalassa, with fear knotting her stomach, took a step towards him. As she moved closer, his powerful masculine scent flooded her senses.

Her already anxious heart started to race, her breaths becoming rapid.

Her body seemed particularly sensitive to his strong male presence.

Lysander stood his ground, his intense gaze never leaving her as she approached. His aura was overwhelming and dangerous.

The closer she got to him, the more her heart pounded; her nerves stretched to breaking point.

She wanted to turn and run, to escape his land and, therefore, escape from the impending danger.

But she didn't dare.