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

her to

watched as she quickly retreated

was about

Hertha looped her arm through Thalassa’s,

and she hadn’t yet bought winter

a flashy silver Porsche pulled up next

Hertha thought they were obstructing the car’s

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

man, Alaric, Пashed a charming, devilish smile Thalassa, you just left the Sinclair

was a bit weird, like

said defensively, “I

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

direct and

into a

and his friend was even

he say such things in

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

Hertha, however, didn’t move.