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, she

told her to get

quickly retreated from his office, his

about to clock out, Hertha came looking

I got off early today. Let’s hit the shops” Hertha looped her

and she hadn’t

Group building, a flashy silver Porsche pulled up next to

thought they were obstructing the car’s

down, revealing a hardsome man with long eyes and a tantalizing mole at the

just left the Sinclair group.

was a bit weird, like

arm and said defensively, “I have nothing to do with Lysander. Why should I leave

mischief, chuckled. The other day at 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

were direct and

crawl into

and his friend was

he say such

Thalassa, her face beet red, stormed off, dragging Hertha with

Hertha, however, didn’t move.