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

it weren’t for the paycheck, she wouldn’t be in his

he told her

as she quickly retreated from his office, his gaze

was about to clock out,

today. Let’s hit the shops” Hertha looped her arm

and she hadn’t yet bought winter

building, a flashy silver Porsche pulled up next to

obstructing the car’s path and

window rolled down, revealing a hardsome man with long eyes and a tantalizing mole at the corner of

Thalassa, you just left the Sinclair group. I

bit weird, like something was wrong

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

Sapphire Skyline, you were sitting on his lap and even cleaned up after him. And

were direct and

wanted to crawl into a

was a weirdo, and

could he say

Thalassa, her face beet red, stormed

Hertha, however, didn’t move.