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

quickly retreated from

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

she hadn’t yet bought winter clothes for the kids. So she agreed.

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

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

eyes and a tantalizing mole

you just left the Sinclair group. I

was a bit weird, like something

her grip on Hertha’s arm and said defensively, “I have nothing to do with Lysander. Why should I leave with him?”

his lap and even cleaned up

and made

into a

weirdo, and his friend was

he say such things

face beet red, stormed off,