The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 916

David, always sharp as a tack, somehow dropped the ball this time.

With a glance as cold as the steel of a knight’s sword, Lysander issued a chilling ultimatum: “If you don’t leave now, prepare to burn the midnight oil every day for the next year.”

David blinked, taken aback, and quickly stammered, “I’m on my way out, right this second.”

With that, he scurried out of the CEO’s office.

No sooner had he stepped into the hall than he spotted Thalassa emerging from the elevator.

Seeing her, it clicked for David. The reason Lysander, who usually clocked out with the precision of Big Ben, was sticking around because he was waiting for someone.

And who else could command such attention from Lysander, if not Thalassa?

“Hello, Ms. Everhart,” David greeted her, taking the initiative.

in return. “David, haven’t you finished work yet?”

the boot.

in David’s words

“If a clever guy like you doesn’t know who Mr. Sinclair’s waiting for, how would I?

Everhart.” David’s smile was measured. After a courteous nod to Thalassa, he stepped into the elevator and the doors

that beating around the bush. Couldn’t the man just speak his mind? Why

knocked lightly on the door.

desk, his formidable frame enveloped in a black leather

slowed, cowed by

on the desk with care. “Here’s the contract and keys for the Central Ring Villa. It’s all yours to handle.” She’d wrestled with herself before coming. The villa was

memento.

Lysander had offered a trade, she had to relinquish the

his commanding desires and intense possessiveness, allow her to keep something from Leopold?

gaze fixed on her, his presence sending a chill, his