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 out?

watched as she quickly retreated from

afternoon, just as Thalassa was about to clock out, Hertha came

Hertha looped her arm through Thalassa’s, leading her out

hadn’t yet bought winter clothes for

a flashy silver Porsche pulled

and Hertha thought they were obstructing the car’s path

revealing a hardsome man with long eyes and a tantalizing mole at

you just left the Sinclair group. I didn’t

voice was a bit weird, like something was wrong with

tightened her grip on Hertha’s arm and said defensively, “I have nothing

mischief, chuckled. The other day at Sapphire Skyline, you were sitting on his lap and even cleaned up after

words were direct and made Thalassa blush

into a

a weirdo, and his friend was even

such things

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