The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 990

Thalassa’s gaze flitted nervously across the living room where, to her dismay, she noticed the slipcovers on the sofa had been changed. Just last night, the couch was adorned with a deep gray velvet cover, and today, it was clad in dark gray leather.

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The new cover was undoubtedly due to the marks they had left behind on the couch the previous night.

As this thought dawned on her, Thalassa’s eyes shot up, meeting Lysander’s gaze, which was as deep and mysterious as a star-filled night sky.

Her already tense heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t decipher Lysander’s intentions, and the aura of danger he exuded was intimidating. Feeling a chill run down her spine, she instinctively shrank back into the chair..

“I was here for work.” she added quickly.

Lysander’s penetrating stare never wavered, as if he was trying to see right through her.

His presence was overwhelming, like an icy dagger pressing against her skin, sharp enough to draw blood.

a numbing pain as she

as she felt she was about to break, Lysander spoke up in a low voice, “Do you ever come to me without an agenda?”

him out just for the sake of seeing him. Her playful behavior and the kisses she had initiated in the past were all strategic moves to ensure her access to Royal

content with her coquettish

let down so many times, Lysander had learned to remain

up the mug in front of him, took a sip of his coffee, and stated, “Tell the Crawley Group to prepare for the breach of contract penalty.

taken aback. She hadn’t expected Lysander to discuss business matters so seriously, and he had cut straight to the chase with a solution.

the contract, but they would need to compensate for the breach as stipulated.

her composure, Thalassa quickly replied, “Alright, I’ll inform Mr. Ethan as soon as

to stand and leave, she remembered that her phone

mustering the courage to sit back down- overcoming not only her fear of the office but

said to Lysander, “Actually, there’s a personal matter I wanted

it on the coffee table and looked up at Thalassa with those deep-set eyes, “What

no point in beating around the bush with Lysander; being straightforward would save time