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

mysterious

had stayed in this room just the day before, and she had asked

could book the room and have a

bitter sting in her chest, as if her

yet Lysander seemed intent on rubbing salt in

to think she had believed Lysander was trying to help

didn’t care about her feelings or

about claiming

at the phone, “We’re checking out right

the

was already shaken to her core, longing to take a nap

faced

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

at Evelyn, “Mom, I’m sorry…”