The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 456

After she finished speaking, Amelia rose from her seat. Her high heels clicked against the floor as she departed.

Thalassa remained silent as her grip tightened around her coffee cup.

The following day, Monday, marked the end of Thalassa’s weekend. She headed to her job at the Sinclair Group.

Today was an executive meeting. Thalassa arrived an hour early to prepare the conference room and stood by the door to welcome the attendees.

All the executives took their seats, save for one crucial figure: Lysander.

Thalassa continued to stand by the conference room door. After a few moments, Lysander finally made his entrance.

Dressed in a bespoke black suit, he exuded the aura of a business elite and made everyone take notice of his formidable presence. He was tall and imposing. His handsome face and well-defined features were enough to quicken any pulse.

Striding in with long, confident steps, he approached Thalassa. Overwhelmed by his intimidating presence, she immediately lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.

near. As he passed by

today, revealing her smooth forehead and fair complexion. The scab on her forehead had fallen off, leaving a slightly redder patch of skin that was softer than the surrounding

recovering, Lysander withdrew his gaze, entered the conference room, and took his place at the head

dark silhouette sank into the chair, exuding authority and elegance. The room was filled with tension.

the documents for the meeting. The conference had officially

meeting lasted an hour and went smoothly, with most of the proposed plans accepted. It was clear that Lysander

the meeting concluded, everyone left one by one. As always, Thalassa was the last to leave, as she was responsible for tidying up the conference room.

Lysander and Thalassa were left, the air growing

dare speak. Lowering her head, she turned off the projector, unplugged the USB

leave the conference room. However, as she walked past him, her wrist

face Lysander’s deep eyes. They were like holes, capable of consuming

could feel the solid strength of his thighs and their warmth. Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat as she nervously stuttered, “Mr. Sinclair, this is

shouldn’t…”

finish her sentence, he lifted her chin with his index finger, forcing her to look at him. His deep and magnetic voice echoed in