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

from his office,

was about to clock out, Hertha came looking for her.

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

still had $800, and she hadn’t yet bought winter clothes for the kids. So she agreed.

building, a flashy

they were obstructing the car’s path and moved a

eyes and a tantalizing mole at the

Alaric, Пashed a charming, devilish smile Thalassa, you just left

weird, like

defensively, “I have nothing to do with Lysander. Why should I leave with him?”

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

and made

wanted to crawl into a

his friend was even

he say such things

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