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.

her to get

watched as she quickly retreated from his office,

to clock out, Hertha

looped her arm through Thalassa’s, leading

and she hadn’t yet bought winter clothes for

a flashy silver Porsche pulled up

the car’s path and moved a

with long eyes and

Thalassa, you just left the Sinclair

like something was wrong with his

grip on Hertha’s arm and said defensively, “I have nothing to do with Lysander. Why should I leave

you were sitting on his lap and even cleaned up after him. And you say there’s nothing between you? I bet you

were direct and

crawl into a

and his friend was even worse!

could he say such

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