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.

offered a polite smile in return. “David, haven’t you

but I got the boot. No

subtext in David’s words was clear as

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 closed behind him.

after all that beating around the bush. Couldn’t the man just speak his mind? Why the need for mental gymnastics?

knocked lightly

behind his desk, his formidable frame enveloped in a black leather chair, exuding an

breath instinctively slowed,

a folder 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 her by Leopold, and

memento.

that since Lysander had offered a trade, she had

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

profound gaze fixed on her,