The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 200

For real?

He’s actually going to give her a ride home?

Was he pulling her leg?

Did he even know where she lived? Chapter 199

At that moment, another woman waiting for her ride, dazzlingly beautiful with stunning makeup and a killer body, saw the luxury car

Her face lit up at the sight of the luxury car and she enthusiastically approached it.

Just then, the window of the black car rolled down to reveal a handsome and suave man

He was not just handsome, he also looked incredibly distinguished.

Any woman would be smitten by his good looks.

The beautiful woman instantly flashed a smile, approached the car, and sweetly said, “Handsome, are you up for a date? I can hop into your car right now”

And, she intentionally flaunted her body, which she believed to be attractive

Lysander Sinclait, unimpressed, coldly said, “Scram

The woman’s cheap perfume was so overpowering that it gave him a headache.

Shock replaced the smile on the beautiful woman’s face, and she stepped back with disappointment and helplessness.

She then saw the man’s deep gaze fixed on a plain–looking woman behind her, who was busy devouring an ice cream. And then he called out, “Thalassa, come here!”

The beautiful woman was seething with jealousy. How could this ordinary, country bumpkin catch the eye of such an outstanding man?

Thalassa, hearing her name, looked around in surprise and saw Lysander in his car, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the window, looking dashing and elegant in the setting sun, almost radiant.

Was it Lysander who had called her?

blinked, initially hesitant, but eventually found herself walking toward him. “Mr. Sinclair,

ice cream, which made her look rather goofy

accidentally flung the ice cream, which landed smack on the face of the beautiful

The woman

over, pulling out tissues and frantically wiping the woman’s face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t

Thalassa’s frantic wiping, the woman’s makeup

pushed Thalassa away, saying. “Don’t touch me,

crying,

off, mascara smudged, eyeliner smeared all around her eyes, and foundation clumped and

clasped together, endlessly apologizing. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean

huffed angrily and stomped

aback. Was the woman referring to

woman’s face, exposing her

tugged at the Corner of his

indeed interesting, compared to the perfect, well–mannered ladies of high society, she seemed

got out of the car, walked over to Thalassa, and took

hand was slightly rough, but warm. As soon as he grabbed

took her by surprise, causing

she didn’t pull her hand out of his grip, and Lysander held on tighter, leading her towards

How on earth would she let him drive

rugrats in her house,

her Hand from his, flustered, and said, “No need, Mr. Sinclair, I can

Lysander had already opened the car door and stuffed her

words were chilly and left no

that, he shut the car door, got back behind

coworker Daryl and the receptionist were stepping out of the office, catching the whole

the departing black Rolls–Royce in disbelief. “Did you see that?

gaze, Cherry saw the license plate and nodded, “Indeed, that’s our

into his car personally. Could

she saw Sinclair’s gaze wander their way when she was standing aside to welcome him. She

think of Thalassa, who was

could it be that Mr. Sinclair was

twitched, but

about Mr. Sinclair and Thalassa

drove while Thalassa sat in the