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.

tense as Lysander drew near. As he passed

her hair pulled back into a ponytail today, revealing her smooth forehead and fair complexion. The scab on her forehead had fallen off, leaving a slightly redder patch of

recovering, Lysander withdrew his gaze, entered the conference room, and took his place at the head of the table, an unquestionable symbol of power.

chair, exuding authority and elegance.

started the projector, displaying the documents for the meeting. The conference had officially begun.

plans accepted. It was clear that Lysander was in a good mood today.

concluded, everyone left one by one. As always, Thalassa was the last to

left, the air

Lowering her head, she turned off the projector, unplugged the USB drive, and gathered the

tasks, she intended to ignore Lysander’s presence and leave the conference room. However, as she walked past him, her wrist was suddenly grasped. In a swift motion,

Lysander’s deep eyes. They were like

heart skipped a beat as she nervously stuttered, “Mr. Sinclair, this is a conference

shouldn’t…”

to look at him. His deep and magnetic voice echoed in her ears. “Is