Chapter 929


    In a dimly lit VIP lounge, Zane''s head was forcibly yanked up by one bodyguard as another snatched


    the untouched ss of bourbon from Thssa and forced some of it down Zane''s throat before cruelly


    dousing the rest into his eyes.


    "Ah! Mr. Sinir, I was wrong, and I swear I won’t do it again. Please... have mercy..." Zane''s eyes


    burned fiercely as he screamed for mercy.


    Thssa, pale as a ghost, stood petrified, too terrified to utter a word.


    She had always known Lysander to be ruthless, but witnessing his methods firsthand was utterly


    chilling.


    "Throw him out," Lysandermanded coldly.


    The bodyguards dragged Zane away, his cries fading into the distance outside the lounge.


    Thssa remained frozen in ce, not daring to even nce at Lysander.


    "Mr. Sinir, wee! Please, have a seat," Ethan greeted with a warm smile, pulling out a chair for


    Lysander.


    Throughout the ordeal, Lysander didn''t spare Thssa a nce, as if she were a stranger to him. He


    took a seat where Ethan had gestured.


    The other executives were visibly shaken by Lysander''s icy andmanding presence, trembling in


    silence, too intimidated to speak.


    Once Lysander was seated, they all bent over backwards to tter him, unable to straighten their


    spines.


    "We’re truly honored, Mr. Sinir, that you, despite your busy schedule, took the time to be with us,"


    one executive said with a bow.


    "Indeed, Mr. Sinir, please, let us share a drink," Dante chimed in, reaching for a bottle of red wine to


    pour for Lysander.


    Ethan grabbed the bottle from Dante, saying, "Mr. Sinir never drinks such low-grade stuff."


    Dante''s face turned red, feeling embarrassed.


    Ethan chuckled, "I have a few bottles of the good stuff stored here at the bar. I''ll have my secretary


    fetch them."


    Then, turning to Thssa, who was still standing rigidly, hemanded, "Ms. Everhart, go to the bar


    and mention my name; they''ll hand over a bottle of the top-shelf liquor."


    Thssa snapped out of her daze and quickly said, "Right away."


    As soon as she left the lounge, she took deep breaths, the oppressive atmosphere lifting slightly.


    Zane faced a severe punishment for his inappropriate words and leering, and though Thssa


    detested him, the intensity of Lysander''s response left her deeply unsettled.


    If Zane''s retinas were damaged by the alcohol, could he go blind?


    What if she made a mistake? Would Lysander subject her to such cruelty?


    She remembered the day in his office when he had demanded she kneel before him, causing a shiver


    of fear to run through her.


    Taking a moment to steady her breath, she walked towards the bar, only to have her path blocked.


    Thssa nced up to find Susan, dressed in a revealing outfit, holding a cocktail with a seemingly


    friendly smile. "Thssa, we meet again. I saw Mr. Sinir enter the lounge earlier. Were you with


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    him?"


    Mr. Sinir, of course, referred to Lysander.


    Thssa felt nothing but disdain for any member of Bruce''s family, her contempt deep-seated.


    "You''re in my way," she said icily.


    Without another word, she sidestepped Susan and continued to the bar.


    Susan''s friendly facade dropped as she turned around, her eyes revealing a fierce, resentful re.


    Seething, she whipped out her phone and texted Bruce: [Dad, didn''t you promise to help me be


    Lysander''s woman? Now''s your chance to deliver!]