The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 326

Thalassa was totally baffled by David’s logic.

Why was it that she was the only one who wouldn’t get chewed out if she went to him?

It seemed like David was overestimating her.

But it was her job, there was no way to back off.

Thalassa took the documents and approached the president’s office, knocking on the door first.

After getting permission, she fearfully walked in.

Lysander was sitting in the swivel chair of the president, dressed head to toe in a black handmade suit that perfectly melded with the chair, exuding an aura of intimidation as he focused on reading a contract.

Thalassa felt nervous, swallowing hard as she gently walked over and placed the documents on the desk, “Mr. Sinclair, these are the documents David asked me to bring.”

Before she could finish, Lysander looked up, his deep eyes cold and ruthless as they settled on her.

Thalassa’s heart pounded in fear, just one look from him was enough to scare her.

Lysander reached for the documents, flipping through them before once again looking up at her, his gaze even colder, and then he said, “This document is about a collaboration with Gourmet Competition: Do you think I should sign or not?”

deep, icy voice echoed; his seemingly calm tone was filled with

was being squeezed

contract for the Gourmet Competition that David had her deliver!

the same Gourmet Competition her daughter Elowen was participating

Lysander asking her if he should

and she had no

gave a little nod, “Mr. Sinclair, you’re the president, your decision

‘the bird that sticks its head out gets

she couldn’t just spout off her opinion on this matter,

decisive voice rang out, “I’m asking you to

like a chilling wind,

leaving no

intense and deep gaze was fixed on

like a black hole, if she wasn’t careful, she’d be devoured by

she looked at those eyes, the more terrified she

was racing; she was torn.

on her, forcing her to maintain eye contact as if moving her gaze would result in

contact only made

becoming hard for her

oppressive gaze, Thalassa was forced to make a choice, “Sign?”