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

quickly retreated from his office,

Thalassa was about to clock out, Hertha

got off early today. Let’s hit the shops” Hertha looped her arm through Thalassa’s, leading her out of the Sinclair Group

hadn’t yet bought winter clothes for

Sinclair Group building, a flashy silver Porsche pulled up next

car’s path and moved

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

Thalassa, you just left the Sinclair

weird, like something was wrong

have

lap and even cleaned up after him. And you say there’s nothing between

and made

into a hole

his friend was even worse!

such things in

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