The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hearing the question, Thalassa also turned her head to look at Donovan, sharing the same puzzled expression.

"Your designs, one bought by the Crawley Group, the other by the Sinclair Group. You're both in charge of crucial communication. If not you, then who should greet them?" Donovan's reasoning was indisputable.

However, she was always good at finding a different angle to argue from.

"We're designers, not part of the hospitality team. Find someone else," she said with firm resolve.

Donovan's demeanor softened, almost pleading as he smiled at her. "Come on, it's because of your brilliance that the company got to work with both the Crawley Group and the Sinclair Group. You're our lucky charm. When we have important guests, of course, it's more presentable to have our lucky charm greet them."

She rolled her eyes at Donovan. "Lucky charm, huh? Seems like you've forgotten who wanted to fire me before."

Donovan was the type to change his stance with the wind, a trait she disliked, but since he was her boss, she'd been tolerating him while keeping a pleasant facade.

Now, seeing Donovan trying to charm her into welcoming the Crawley Group, she was disgusted and despised him even more.

she could respond, Donovan added, "Miss, our little

made her feel somewhat satisfied; she wasn't trying to

she didn't want to lose her job. With a child to support and bills to

greet them," she conceded, knowing

company and wasn't as familiar with everything yet, so she'd been following her

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was natural for

already in place,

had just arrived when the

toned arms. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone,

he arrived, the female employees lining the sides couldn't keep their eyes off him, their gazes

even manage to hide their adoration,