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

weren’t for the paycheck,

told her

quickly retreated from his office, his

afternoon, just as Thalassa was about to clock out, Hertha came

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

had $800, and she hadn’t

building, a flashy

obstructing the car’s path and moved

man with long eyes and a tantalizing mole at the corner of his

a charming, devilish smile Thalassa, you just left the Sinclair group. I didn’t see

weird, like something was wrong with

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

day at Sapphire Skyline, you were sitting on his lap and even

direct and made

crawl into a hole and

was a weirdo, and his

could he say such things in

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

Hertha, however, didn’t move.