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

from his office, his gaze

the afternoon, just as Thalassa was about to

looped her

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

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

Hertha thought they were obstructing the car’s path and moved a

Porsche’s window rolled down, revealing a hardsome man with long eyes and a tantalizing mole at the corner

Thalassa, you just left the Sinclair group. I didn’t see Lysander with

was a bit weird, like something

on Hertha’s arm and said defensively, “I have nothing to

charm and mischief, chuckled. The other day at Sapphire Skyline, you were sitting on his lap and even cleaned up after him. And you say there’s

direct and made Thalassa

crawl into a hole

was a weirdo, and his friend was even

say such things in public?

her face