The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 974

"Look, whether I spill the beans or zip it, that's my call. And who the hell are you to question me?" Callum shot back with a challenging glare.

The hotel manager, fuming by now, squared up to him. "I may not have a say in your business, but make no mistake- you're not dragging me down with you. You're not walking out of here today, not on my watch!"

"That's where you're wrong," Callum replied coolly.

Without another word, he turned his back on the manager and strode toward the exit.

The manager was a portly man, his beer belly a testament to many a night spent indulging in the bar. With fists clenched in anger, he resembled a bull about to charge, eyes locked on Callum, ready for a showdown.

As Callum approached, the manager let out a guttural roar and lunged forward, aiming to tackle him to the ground.

However, Callum’s foot shot out before he could close in, landing a solid kick to the manager's gut. The hefty man flew backward, landing with a thud that echoed through the lobby, pain etched across his face.

Callum cast a brief, intimidating glance at the security guards rushing towards him. They immediately halted in their tracks, exchanging worried looks, unsure whether to proceed. After all, they were just hired hands making a modest wage, and risking their lives wasn't in the job description.

Shaking off the confrontation, Callum walked away, his tall frame disappearing out of the hotel.

It took the manager some time to get back on his feet, the pain in his abdomen radiating down to his legs, making them tremble uncontrollably.

He watched helplessly as Callum left, frustrated and worried about what secrets might be revealed about his establishment.

After feeling the force of that kick, he knew he was no match for Callum.

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Lysander led Thalassa onto the helicopter, and only then did she realize he had arrived by air.

Proceeding cautiously with her eyes on the ground, her waist was suddenly gripped tight. Lysander had caught her, his strong arms lifting her off the ladder.

Her breath hitched as she instinctively clung to his neck.

The moment her skin touched his, she felt the heat of his body, the strength in his arms causing her heartbeat to race.

One moment she was cautiously descending, the next she was swept into his arms, her feet firmly on solid ground.

Still somewhat dazed by the unexpected rescue, Thalassa looked up at Lysander.

"Come with me," he said, his cold gaze flickering over her before he turned and walked ahead.