The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 511
Now, they needed to flee from the man who fathered their children.
If only he had a soft spot for kids, things would never get so complicated.
But he didn’t. He loathed them and despised her.
That’s how they ended up in this predicament.
Having the kids by her side was her sweet solace.
But their real situation often tainted that sweetness with bitterness.
That was all a sweet, bitter pain.
Elowen, not getting an immediate response, jumped into Evelyn’s arms and pleaded, “Granny, can you let Mommy give us some
unicorns please?”
She adored unicorns and she even had a stuffed one that she slept with every night.
In her cartoons, unicorns could move and squeak, melting her heart with cuteness. She really wanted one.
Elowen’s fluffy head nudged against Evelyn’s chest, leaving her torn between laughter and tears.
She adjusted Elowen on her lap, saying, “Your mommy can’t just make unicorns appear, sweetheart. You’re asking too much of
her.”
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Looking all serious, Dorian added, “Exactly, Elowen. Mommy is a human, she can only give birth to humans, not unicorns. Be a
good girl. When we get to the zoo, we may see the unicorns we want. We can’t keep them, but that’s okay, right?”
“Okay, brother,” Elowen pouted but nodded. She was always attentive to Dorian’s words.
While the kids chatted away in their innocent cheerfulness, Thalassa was distracted by one fact: their car was stuck in traffic,
going nowhere.

She was anxious to get out of the city as quickly as possible.
As time slipped away, their vehicle remained stationary, and they were trapped in the city.
Thalassa grew more frantic with each passing minute.
Suddenly, a long chain of honking broke out behind them.
Everyone’s nerves were on edge. Thalassa turned around to see all the cars behind them had their hazard lights on, their horns
blaring.
The cacophony of honks rolled like waves.
As if being instigated, all the drivers were blaring their horns in unison.
The driver grumbled, “Why honking behind? It’s not like the road ahead is clear.”
Thalassa’s eyes skimmed over the colorful cars and suddenly noticed a convoy of black vehicles parked among the traffic,
exuding an air of dominance, prestige, and danger.
Thalassa’s breath hitched. Her head was spinning and she was nearly deprived of oxygen.
No one knew that leading black vehicle better than she did. Lysander was on their tail. And he was quick!
Thalassa’s heart pounded, her vision starting to blur with panic.
What should she do? They were only a few hundred meters away from Lysander.
If he caught up to them, they would be dragged back like helpless chickens.
Meanwhile, inside the lead black Rolls-Royce.
A tech expert reported, “Mr. Sinclair, the taxi is just up ahead, about five hundred meters away. They’re stuck in traffic, can’t
move.”
Lysander looked cold and gloomy. He flung the car door open and strode towards the taxi with a determined pace.
David and a few bodyguards followed Lysander’s lead.

Lysander’s intimidating aura, flanked by his burly, formidable bodyguards, resembled a scene straight out of an action movie.
The sheer power of it had every driver in the traffic jam holding their breaths, too afraid to make a sound.
He had a clear path ahead and reached the taxi with a few strides. He stood there, and his demeanor made people think of the
deep, dark ocean.