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.

really waiting for them to vacate

this mysterious gentleman Lysander?

day before, and

her out so he could book the room and

a bitter sting in her chest, as if her heart was being brined in

Lysander seemed intent on rubbing salt in

Lysander was trying

her feelings or

all about claiming territory and

a heavy heart, Thalassa snapped at the phone, “We’re checking out

slammed the phone down.

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

instead, she faced

and get some sleep, honey. There aren’t many hotels around, and who knows how long

eyes welled up, looking at Evelyn, “Mom, I’m sorry…”