The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1283

Yesterday, the hotel staff were compliant when Lysander rang them up, requesting a change of bed sheets.

So why was it that today she got the cold shoulder when she made the call?

“It was different yesterday,” the front desk clerk replied in a tone that was as dry as overcooked turkey.

“How is it any different?” Thalassa pressed on, her frustration simmering.

“Because yesterday…” the clerk started before biting her tongue, letting out a sigh that could deflate a parade balloon, “Alright, fine. We’ll change the sheets for you this time. But do us a favor and try not to douse them then, okay?”

“This is lousy service! We’re checking out. We won’t stay at this place any longer,” Thalassa fumed, feeling the blatant disparity in treatment.

The front desk had some kind of favoritism going on. Yesterday, Lysander called and the clerk was all over it like white on rice, with the staff showing up to change the sheets in a heartbeat.

But today, they treated her like she was asking for the moon when she called.

“You’re welcome to check out. A gentleman has been eager to move in,” the clerk said with a tone that suggested they had been waiting for them to leave.

waiting for them

this mysterious

just the day before, and she had asked him to lea

to push her out so he could book

in her chest, as if

seemed intent on rubbing salt in her wounds, wanting to drive her mother away.

think she had believed Lysander was trying to help

her

was all about claiming

a heavy heart, Thalassa snapped at the phone, “We’re checking out right now!”

slammed the phone

had had an accident, and she was already shaken to her core, longing to take a

instead, she faced this heartburn-inducing debacle.

some sleep, honey. There aren’t many hotels around, and who

up, looking at