The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 609

Thalassa’s brows furrowed slightly. It was a subconscious reaction.

Faye ladled up a bowl of soup, stood up, bowed slightly, and placed it in front of Lysander. Her demeanor was humble and considerate.

“Mr. Sinclair,” she said, “I remember you always have a bowl of cod chowder after your social engagements, and I’ve always been the one to serve it to you.”

She finished speaking and looked at Lysander expectantly, waiting for him to take the soup and drink it.

There were a lot of hidden messages in what she just said.

In the past, she was Lysander’s personal assistant. She took care of him at every social event, so no one knew his habits better than she did.

Her hidden messages were not only for the others present, but also for Thalassa.

She wanted Thalassa to know that no one knew Lysander better than she did.

Thalassa naturally understood the subtext of her words.

Faye was declaring war on her.

relationship with Lysander was not what she thought it was. No matter how much she fought,

wanted to know if Lysander would

Faye still had a certain weight in his heart. She would

looked at Lysander with a hint of anxiety in her eyes as she

anywhere on him. He didn’t even lift his eyes, never glancing at Faye from beginning

ignored the soup in front of him and turned a deaf ear to Faye.

waiting for Lysander’s reaction, but he was leisurely eating his

smile on Faye’s face gradually faded. It had become a stiff grin. She stood awkwardly, not knowing whether to stand or sit, feeling completely embarrassed.

“Lysander, Faye is talking to you. She knows you like cod chowder. She’s being

on Zephyr. He casually moved the cod chowder to Zephyr’s side, his low voice stating, “You

turned stiff. His anger made

to smooth things over. “Oh, Zephyr, the kitchen made the cod chowder just for

with her hands clenched into fists. Her face

Great-grandpa. My dad doesn’t like soup. He likes whipped cream.” Elowen’s adorable

pink cream from her cake and held it

flowers, don’t you? I’ll feed you. Open up…” Elowen’s

hand was covered in cream, as was her mouth. She was using her own spoon to