The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 928

On a typical Monday afternoon, Thalassa was getting ready to wrap up her day at the office when her boss, Ethan, strolled into her workspace with a casual, “Thalassa, I’ve got a social engagement tonight, and you’re coming with me.”

Her curiosity piqued, Thalassa asked, “Mr. Ethan, why would I be the one to accompany you?”

With his arms crossed and a look of amused ease on his face, Ethan replied, “You’re my secretary, aren’t you? If you don’t schmooze with me, who will? Right now, you’re the only one I’ve got. No backups, no understudies. If I don’t lean on you, who else is there?”

Thalassa paused to consider his point. It was true, after all. If Betty and Anna hadn’t resigned because of her, she wouldn’t be the one accompanying Ethan to these social events.

As the sole secretary in the office now, Ethan would have to seek her out for anything he needed.

As they left the company building, Thalassa trailed behind Ethan, probing, “Mr. Ethan, why don’t you just hire another secretary?”

“No need for that; having you is more than enough. You’re worth three,” Ethan said nonchalantly.

was a backhanded compliment or genuine praise.

venue for the evening turned out to be a bar-a place where strobe lights seared the eyes and the music pulsed with a relentless beat. Men and women gyrated wildly on the dance floor, lost

the past, even when she went to a bar with Hertha, it was only to those places with soft music and

Ethan said, glancing back at Thalassa, noticing her discomfort

and the crowd.

the booth, several executives were seated, along with a familjar man, Callum, who sat in the corner, grinning

glass in hand, and warmly greeted him, “Mr. Ethan, glad you could make it. And who is this lovely lady? A new

déjà vu-this wasn’t the

love. The ‘girlfriend’ species is nonexistent in my

roving eye, continued, “Ms. Everhart, a pleasure. Let’s toast

gleaming with a mix of mirth and something else as he looked

crawl over her, Thalassa

aim it my way,” Ethan interjected sharply, taking the glass from Zane’s hand, his smile not reaching