The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 71

Hey there, Mr. Sinclair Thalassa greeted him with a forced smile.

As long as she wasn’t the one feeling awkward, she didn’t care who did.

Lysander glanced at his shoe, which now sported a foot-shaped imprint, and gazed at her with a cold stare. “Is this how you always greet people?”

Thalassa noticed the dirt smudge on his shoe, realized it was her fault, and quickly whipped out a rag from her waist while squatting down to clean it. “Sorry, didn’t mean to Let me get that for you.”

She used the same rag she used for cleaning tables to scrub his shoe,

Lysander frowned. He was clearly not a fan of this.

After stepping away from her touch, he hissed, “Get out!”

“Sure thing.”

Thalassa grabbed her mop and bolted out of the office

for the paycheck, she wouldn’t be

told her to get

quickly retreated

as Thalassa was about to

Let’s hit the shops” Hertha looped

$800, and she hadn’t yet

Group building, a flashy silver

and Hertha thought they were obstructing the car’s path and moved a bit

Porsche’s window rolled down, revealing a hardsome man with long eyes and

man, Alaric, Пashed a charming, devilish smile Thalassa, you just

voice was a bit weird, like something was wrong

grip on Hertha’s arm and said defensively, “I have nothing to

Sapphire Skyline, you were sitting on his lap and even cleaned up after him. And you say there’s nothing between you? I bet you two are thick

direct and made

into a hole

was a weirdo, and his friend was even

he say such things

go!’ Thalassa, her face beet red, stormed off, dragging

Hertha, however, didn’t move.