The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

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

If it weren’t for the paycheck, she wouldn’t be in his office.

told her to get

quickly retreated from his

to clock out, Hertha came looking

off early today. Let’s hit the shops” Hertha looped her arm through Thalassa’s, leading

her finances. She still had $800, and she hadn’t yet bought winter clothes for the kids.

left the Sinclair Group building, a flashy silver Porsche

and Hertha thought they were obstructing the car’s path and moved a bit to

with long eyes and a tantalizing mole at the corner of his eye.

just left the

weird, like something

tightened her grip on Hertha’s arm and said defensively, “I have nothing to do with Lysander.

and even cleaned up after him. And you say there’s nothing between you? I bet you two are

direct and

wanted to crawl into a hole

weirdo, and his friend was

could he say such things

shame! Hertha, let’s go!’ Thalassa, her face beet red,