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 in

her to get

as she quickly retreated

just as Thalassa was about to clock

shops” Hertha looped her arm through Thalassa’s, leading her out of

her finances. She still had $800, and she hadn’t yet bought winter clothes for the kids. So

Group building, a flashy silver Porsche pulled up

the car’s path and moved a bit to

window rolled down, revealing a hardsome man with long eyes and a tantalizing mole

devilish smile Thalassa, you just left the Sinclair group. I

was a bit weird, like something

tightened her grip on Hertha’s arm and said defensively, “I have nothing to do with Lysander. Why should I leave with

charm and mischief, chuckled. The other day at Sapphire Skyline, you were sitting on his lap and even cleaned

words were direct and

to crawl into a hole and

was a weirdo, and his friend was even

say such

her face beet red, stormed off,

Hertha, however, didn’t move.