Chapter 967

The expected pain never came. Thalassa’s eyes snapped open to meet Bruce’s brooding glare, a mix of dread and malevolence.

His phone had been ringing incessantly in his hand, but he never picked up.

As the ringing stopped on its own, he quickly powered off the phone, his gaze shifting to Thalassa with a ferocity that made her blood run cold. He pointed at her, teeth clenched, and hissed a venomous threat, “Not a word about how you got here, not to anyone, especially not to Lysander. Otherwise, that video of your mother, the one where she’s writhing in pleasure under me, will go viral on every social media platform. I bet she’d be quite the hit as a star of that sort of film!”

His face contorted in a menacing grimace as he spat out the words.

Thalassa felt her teeth grinding in fury..

With his piece said, Bruce lingered no longer. He turned on his heel and left the room, leaving Thalassa alone with her rage. Despite the visceral desire to keep her, he knew he had to release her for now. But he wasn’t worried; he had leverage. Struggling to rise from the bed, Thalassa staggered to the door.

Her hands were bound behind her back, making the simple task of turning the knob a feat of desperation. Just as her fingers grazed the handle, the door swung open from the outside. Her heart clenched in terror, and she instinctively lunged for the exit.

“Whoa there, darling, where do you think you’re going?” A burly man blocked her path, shoving the onrushing Thalassa back into the room with brute force.

The man was the sleazy character who had just been dealing with Bruce.

Thalassa’s eyes widened in fear as she backed away, but the man licked his lips, inching closer with a predatory grin. “Bruce left you all alone, such a shame to waste a beauty like you.”

Her eyes grew wider still as panic set in.

He moved closer, his interest piqued. “Tonight, you’re mine. And I’ll be good to you,” he murmured, advancing on Thalassa. “Ah!” Thalassa’s scream was a muffled cry of terror.

In her moment of despair, another man burst through the door, yanking the sleazy creep away from her.

“Thalassa, it’s you!” Callum barged in, tossing the man aside with shock and surprise at finding her in such a state.

“Damn you, meddling with my affairs, you’re a dead man!” The sleazy man recovered and charged at Callum with a snarl.

Callum’s foot shot out, landing a precise blow to the man’s gut.

“Ah!” The assailant crashed against the wall with a cry of agony.

Callum stood tall, commanding, “Get out!”

Realizing he was no match, the man scrambled away in defeat.

Callum hurried over, ripping the tape from Thalassa’s mouth and untying the ropes that bound her hands.

Freed, Thalassa’s legs nearly gave way from the sheer terror, but Callum caught her just in time.

“Easy!”

At that moment, a chilling presence filled the room as a stern man, flanked by a team of bodyguards, broke through the door.