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.

they really waiting for them to

mysterious gentleman

room just the day before,

so he could book

sting in her chest, as if

wanted to protect her mother, yet Lysander seemed intent on rubbing salt in her wounds, wanting

Lysander was trying

he didn’t care about her feelings or her mother’s

about claiming

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

the

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

faced this heartburn-inducing

“Let’s just make do and get some sleep, honey. There aren’t many hotels around, and who knows how long

at Evelyn, “Mom,