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.

the receptionist, gave a

turned around and was

commanding, ice–cold, and intimidating

hanging her head low, dropping the subject,

gave Cherry a nod, then stepped

floor but went to the executive level

traveled faster than she’d

entire executive level knew what Thalassa had been

Thalassa

brass could only fume

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

had been with the Sinclair Group for ages

turn to take over, he

a woman

genuinely afraid that Lysander would hand over the company that had been painstakingly built up by generations to some woman of unknown origins,

called Zephyr, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then got straight to the

right now; you might not know what’s going on here.” Faye’s voice was gentle

“What’s

the good life, and she’s