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.

her

from

was about to

the shops” Hertha looped her arm through Thalassa’s, leading her out of the Sinclair Group building.

calculated her finances. She still had $800, and she hadn’t yet bought winter

the Sinclair Group building, a flashy silver Porsche pulled up

thought they were obstructing the car’s path

rolled down, revealing a hardsome man with long eyes and a tantalizing mole at the corner of his

just left the Sinclair group.

bit weird, like something was wrong with

instinctively tightened her grip on Hertha’s arm and said defensively, “I have nothing to do with Lysander.

full of charm and mischief, chuckled. The other day at Sapphire Skyline, you were sitting on his lap and even

and made

into

weirdo, and his friend was even worse!

say such things in

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