The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 222

Another colleague nudged her arm lightly, warning. “Don’t shoot your mouth off.”

“I’m not just blabbering; these were Thalassa’s own words. Plus, you see, just yesterday Thalassa was scrubbing floors like the rest of us. Then after work, Mr. Sinclair himself drove her off for overtime, and the next day, boom! She’s Mr. Sinclair’s personal assistant. With her climbing the ladder this fast, it’s just a matter of time before she’s in upper management or even owns a piece of the company.”

Daryl was so jealous that her eyes were practically glowing green.

She’d honestly thought when Mr. Sinclair had Thalassa get in his car yesterday, it was to clean another office, scrub toilets, or something.

She had no idea her overtime meant this.

She stopped in her tracks, leaning on her mop, looking all pitiful. “When will Mr. Sinclair ever notice me? I’m not half bad either.”

Another colleague chuckled, “There’s a big difference between you and Thalassa. Thalassa’s pure and charming, the type that men fall head over heels for.”

“What about me?” Daryl grumbled.

“You, my dear, are the type women fall for.”

They kept yakking away, completely oblivious to the person still standing in front of the reception desk in the lobby.

Faye, overhearing their chatter, shot them a withering look.

gave a discreet cough to

and was met with a stare as cold as

a commanding, ice–cold, and intimidating

was instantly silenced, hanging her head low, dropping the subject,

Cherry a nod,

the top floor but went to the executive level to verify what Daryl

news traveled faster than

entire executive level knew what Thalassa had been

Thalassa was the

these top brass could only fume in silence,

going on with the company,” Faye reassured Murray once she had checked things

Group for ages and he’d been there since

turn to take over, he was

never seen a woman

the company that had been painstakingly built up by generations to some woman of unknown origins, just because

exchanged a few pleasantries, and then

at the company right now; you might not know what’s going on here.” Faye’s

“What’s going

the beans. “Last night, Lysander personally drove Thalassa home from the company and they had an overnight ‘overtime‘ session. This morning. Thalassa is Lysander’s personal assistant. Thalassa’s gotten a taste of the good life, and she’s become arrogant and disrespectful, even openly stating that if she can’t be Lysander’s wife, she’ll be a top executive at the Sinclair Group, and she also wants a share of the