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.

one to hold grudges, right? I was wrong before, and I apologize. If I ever talk about firing you again, I'll step down as manager myself!" Donovan stood up straight, making a solemn promise. Before she could respond, Donovan added, "Miss, our little lucky charm, the representatives from the Crawley Group and the Sinclair Group will be here any minute. Please, just agree to welcome them..." Neglecting the representatives of the

she wasn't trying to

child to support and bills to pay, she couldn't afford to be

them," she conceded, knowing when to pick her

had recently joined the company and

YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES

she had agreed, it was natural for

company lobby, the reception staff were already in place, lined up neatly, each person attentive and

and Thalassa had just arrived when

group was Alaric, dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing toned arms. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, offering a glimpse of his masculine allure. He

female employees lining the sides couldn't keep their eyes off

hide their adoration, openly swooning