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

paycheck, she wouldn’t be

her to get

as she quickly retreated from

as Thalassa was about to clock out, Hertha came looking

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

still had $800, and she hadn’t yet bought winter clothes

a

car’s

rolled down, revealing a hardsome man with long eyes and

Thalassa, you just left the Sinclair group. I didn’t see

bit weird, like

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

on his lap and even cleaned up after him. And you say

words were direct and made

into

weirdo, and

could he say such things

have no shame! Hertha, let’s go!’ Thalassa, her face beet red, stormed off, dragging Hertha

Hertha, however, didn’t move.