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.

return. “David, haven’t you

stick around for Mr. Sinclair’s all-nighter, but I got the boot. No clue who he’s waiting for. Anyone else would just be

in David’s words was clear as

moment but quickly recovered. “If a clever guy like you doesn’t know who Mr. Sinclair’s waiting for, how would

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

back to her after all that beating around the

knocked lightly on the door.

entered. Lysander sat behind his desk, his formidable frame enveloped in a black leather chair, exuding an aura of deep-seated

approached, her breath instinctively slowed, cowed

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 the only thing left to

memento.

Lysander had offered a trade, she had to relinquish the

commanding desires and intense

profound gaze fixed on her, his