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 get

from his office, his

as Thalassa was about to clock out,

her

and she hadn’t yet bought winter clothes for the kids. So

Group building, a flashy silver Porsche pulled up next to

the car’s path and moved a bit

hardsome man with long eyes and a tantalizing mole

just left the Sinclair group. I

like something was

defensively, “I have nothing

other day at Sapphire Skyline, you were sitting on his lap and even cleaned up after him. And

words were direct and made Thalassa

wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.

weirdo, and his friend was even

such things

have no shame! Hertha, let’s go!’ Thalassa, her face beet red, stormed off, dragging Hertha with her.