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.

he told her to

as she quickly retreated from his office, his

about to clock out,

Hertha looped her

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

they left the Sinclair Group building, a flashy silver Porsche pulled up next to

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

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

Alaric, Пashed a charming, devilish smile Thalassa, you just left the Sinclair group. I didn’t see Lysander with

weird, like something was wrong with his

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

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

direct and made Thalassa blush

into a hole and hide.

and his friend was even

he say such things

go!’ Thalassa, her face beet red, stormed off, dragging Hertha with