The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 642

Thalassa shook her head helplessly, raising her voice, “Dreaming won’t get you anywhere. It’s not reality! You need to get up and start earning your keep. Focus on getting Alaric into your bed. That’s being practical.”

Hertha, roused by the noise, mumbled, “Just let me dream. Let me get my thrill.”

“Dreaming about him won’t get you pregnant. Alaric is too good-looking. Don’t you want to have his baby?” Thalassa played her trump card, her unique wake-up service.

Upon hearing this, Hertha sat up, her eyes wide open, charged with energy. She raised her fists in determination, “Fight for it. Chase my dream guy. Have his baby, and raise a little dream guy! Let’s go, go, go!”

Thalassa cheered her on, “Go, go, go!”

The two women scrambled from the bed and rushed into the bathroom to brush their teeth, wash their faces, and comb their hair as quickly as possible.

Luckily, both of them had good skin, so they could get by without makeup.

If they had to put makeup on, that would delay them another hour.

Hastily finishing up, they rushed out the door. Thalassa was about to call a cab when Hertha offered, “Don’t bother with a cab. I’ll drive you to work.”

it’s out of your way. You’ll be

in time for lunch. You’re different. You have a meeting at ten.

nothing to do in the

my troubles, I’ll treat you to a meal,” Thalassa agreed as she

We’ll have barbecue and beer,”

her office at 9:55. She

her desk, acting every bit

was standing not far from him, looking glum

Thalassa suppressed her panting and smiled awkwardly. “Mr. Ethan.”

and said, “You’re an hour late,

her head, “None.”

deduction in pay. Ethan was fair to everyone, which

would prevent Betty from suspecting any improper relations between her

Ethan said before

Thalassa relaxed

sternly, “Quickly prepare your things and head to the meeting room. Don’t be late next time. I got a lecture because of you.”