The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1102

When Thalassa thought about Lysander coming to the Crawley Group to pick her up, only to find that she wasn’t there, a secret thrill of delight bubbled up inside her. She felt a wicked urge to giggle.

After all, Lysander was always so domineering; letting him taste defeat once in a while didn’t seem such a bad thing.

But before Thalassa’s mirth could fully bloom, the icy tone on the other end of the phone call sent shivers down her spine. Even through the digital connection, his authoritative presence was palpable.

Quickly masking her amusement, Thalassa steadied her grip on the phone and cleared her throat, “After we hung up, I caught a cab. You didn’t actually go to the Crawley Group, did you? I mean, I thought you were kidding. After all, who would presume to trouble a big shot like you for a mere lift? That would be downright presumptuous of me!”

Her words were a deliberate attempt to feign innocence and deflect any blame for standing him up. And yet, her tone was dripping with irony-not directed at Lysander, but at herself.

A man like Lysander, practically royalty in the Starhaven business empire, wouldn’t ordinarily stoop to collect someone like her-a mere assistant.

Despite the sweltering heat outside, nearing forty degrees, her phone seemed to

she could well imagine his menacing scowl

done, she had managed to

wane, and a hint of panic tinged her voice, “Look, I’m already home. If there’s

reply,

too many things had happened.

the paternity of her unborn child. That single second of suspicion was enough for her to keep

mere thought of them together in bed made Thalassa’s skin crawl. It was her fault-she had been

own wrongdoing-but the idea of him. actually being with

anger flared up

weighed