The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 582

Upon receiving the photo, the bodyguard promptly forwarded it to Lysander.

At the Sinclair Group's CEO’s office, Lysander scrutinized the image on his phone. It was a picture of three people seated at a dining table. His face was shrouded in a gloomy expression. His gaze was frosty and as cold as a winter landscape.

Meanwhile, at a restaurant, in a private dining room.

Thalassa had gone face-to-face with Bruce's deceit and audacity!

Despite knowing that he was tricking Evelyn out of her money, he continued to sweet-talk her.

What infuriated her the most was that such a fraudulent scheme was able to operate with legitimate business licenses and paperwork.

Even if they called the police, there was little they could have done. At most, it could have been classified as a willing transaction between parties.

Seemingly oblivious to Thalassa's rage, Bruce continued, "Thalassa, you're Lysander's children's mother. You've beaten many women already. It would be best if you secured your own welfare. Lysander has more money than he can spend. If you don't spend it, someone else will. Why not live a better life? If you don't know how to spend the money, I can help you. I can help you invest it, buy real estate, whatever you want..."

Thalassa had reached her limit. Her fists clenched, ready to slam the table in anger.

Suddenly, the door to the room was kicked open. A palpable sense of danger permeated the air as a powerful presence entered, thinning the atmosphere.

Thalassa turned towards the door to see a tall, long-legged man in a meticulously handcrafted black suit. His aura was icy and regal. He strode in, followed by several black-clad bodyguards.

The show of strength was enough to take one's breath away.

Thalassa was stunned. What was Lysander doing there?

Before she could react, Lysander was beside her. His shadow engulfed her as his large hand grabbed her wrist. With a slight tug, she collided with his muscular chest.

Thalassa panicked, "Lysander..."

"So, you're eager to spend my money?" Lysander's gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing into Thalassa's eyes.