The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 17

Thalassa was already in a crappy mood, and now the CEO was going out of his way to make things worse for her.

Faye, seeing Thalassa acting all high and mighty, was about to give her a piece of her mind when a single glance from Lysander shut her up.

“Are you blind or something? Can’t you see my foot here?” Lysander stood up and walked towards her, his tall figure casting a gigantic shadow over her, his icy aura following him.

Wasn’t she trying to get his attention? Rubbing against his suit, sweeping his shoes with her broom. Let’s see what else she’s got!

Thalassa took a step back under his intimidating presence and finally noticed the white dust on his shiny black shoes. It wasn’t a footprint, but a mark left by the broom His shoes were so shiny that the fine line of dust seemed glaringly obvious.

Thalassa suddenly realized she might have accidentally swept his shoes. No wonder he accused her of not using her eyes.

This was him picking a fight. He was a big deal, not someone she could afford to piss off.

She looked up at him, a nervous smile on her face. “Yeah, Mr. Sinclair, you’re right, my bad. I’ll clean it up for you, don’t be mad.”

She quickly took out a cloth from her waist and squatted down, giving his shoes a quick wipe.

Just then, her phone rang. It was the head of the Cleaning Department. She hurriedly answered, ‘Okay, I’m on my way”

squatting position, looking up at his handsome face with its sharp features. From this angle, his face seemed to glow under the lights, making

go, bye, Mr. Sinclair Without waiting for his response, she threw the cloth down and ran out of the meeting room like a scared

Lysander’s face became icy, his mood sour. He couldn’t believe a woman had the guts to leave him with only one shoe cleaned. She

coldly, “Who’s John?” The man made Thalassa leave without even cleaning both his

and prioritized,

security guard who confessed to her at the elevator

was pissed at Thalassa’s constant attempts to attract Mr. Sinclair’s

cleaning, she turned down John at first, but when he said he has

the elevator, but she firmly rejected the guy, so

of anger surged in him, his face darkening further. She was nothing more than a pleasure–seeking, cunning, and frivolous woman! She must have been trying to seduce him

overjoyed and agreed, “Yes, I’ll do

David, who had chosen a venue for a fashion show and wanted Lysander to take

for the venue.

the 10th floor. The head told her the police were here and she needed to handle it. It was about John and his

him to know that she, a mere cleaner, brought

was dealing with John–related matters, so it wasn’t exactly

room to hear John’s wife spewing venom at the cops, twisting the truth. Her mood instantly sank, and all the anger from the meeting room exploded. She approached the police with a polite smile, calmly saying, “Sir, don’t listen to her nonsense. She’s framing me,

the evidence! You shameless woman, still denying it!”

calmly responded, “You only heard your husband’s side of the story I have