Chapter 17

Thalassa was already in a crappy mood, and now the CEO was going out of his way to make things worse for her.

Faye, seeing Thalassa acting all high and mighty, was about to give her a piece of her mind when a single glance from Lysander shut her up.

“Are you blind or something? Can’t you see my foot here?” Lysander stood up and walked towards her, his tall figure casting a gigantic shadow over her, his icy aura following him.

Wasn’t she trying to get his attention? Rubbing against his suit, sweeping his shoes with her broom. Let’s see what else she’s got!

Thalassa took a step back under his intimidating presence and finally noticed the white dust on his shiny black shoes. It wasn’t a footprint, but a mark left by the broom His shoes were so shiny that the fine line of dust seemed glaringly obvious.

Thalassa suddenly realized she might have accidentally swept his shoes. No wonder he accused her of not using her eyes.

This was him picking a fight. He was a big deal, not someone she could afford to piss off.

She looked up at him, a nervous smile on her face. “Yeah, Mr. Sinclair, you’re right, my bad. I’ll clean it up for you, don’t be mad.”

She quickly took out a cloth from her waist and squatted down, giving his shoes a quick wipe.

her phone rang. It was the head of the Cleaning Department. She hurriedly answered, ‘Okay, I’m on my

looking up at his handsome face with its sharp features. From

have to go, bye, Mr. Sinclair Without waiting for his response, she threw the cloth

his mood sour. He couldn’t believe a woman

cleaning both his shoes. Was that

and prioritized, Lysander’s

“He’s the security guard who confessed to her at the

to

cleaning, she turned down John at first, but when he said he has two houses here in the city, she agreed

pursued at the elevator, but she firmly rejected the

him, his face darkening further. She was nothing more than a pleasure–seeking, cunning, and frivolous woman! She must have been trying to seduce him for money! Disgusted by such a mercenary

was overjoyed and agreed, “Yes, I’ll do it right away”

a venue for a fashion show and

for the venue.

the elevator to the 10th floor. The head told her the police were here and she needed to handle it.

she didn’t want him to know that she, a mere cleaner, brought the police to the Sinclair Group. It would make him think she was a trouble, not a benefit,

was dealing with

cops, twisting the truth. Her mood instantly sank, and all the anger from

fact that my Husband’s leg is broken is the evidence! You shameless woman, still denying it!”

fake smile, Thalassa calmly responded, “You only heard your husband’s side of the story I have a recording here,

recorded what John said to her yesterday at lunch.

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