The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

After finishing reading the documents, Lysander glanced at his watch.

It was already half past five, the end of the working day. He made an internal call to the HR

department.

“Please send me Thalassa’s home address.”

The HR manager, hearing Lysander’s voice, was surprised and somewhat worried, and she asked, “Mr.

Sinclair, do you mean Thalassa from the cleaning department?”

Usually, she had to deal with a ton of employee data every day, so she didn’t remember specific

employee details.

However, the recent buzz about the love triangle between Lysander, Faye, and Thalassa from the

cleaning department had made Thalassa’s name stick in her mind.

She was still unsure if Lysander was actually calling her for the home address of a regular cleaner.

“Yes.”

After getting Lysander’s confirmation, the HR manager quickly replied, “Alright, Mr. Sinclair, I’ll send the

address right away.”

Soon enough, Thalassa’s home address was sent to Lysander’s phone.

Lysander drove to Thalassa’s place.

This woman. Thalassa, worked in the cleaning department every day, often facing exclusion and

schemes.

She would rather take on the task of cleaning the company’s restrooms than resign. She stood her

ground at the Sinclair group, trying her best to attract him.

He wanted to see what kind of environment had shaped her unyielding character.

It was an old neighborhood; the exterior of the houses had turned yellow. Thalassa lived on the third

floor, and the building had no elevator, only stairs.

The iron railings in the stairwell had rusted, and each apartment door was plastered with leaflets

The environment was pretty rough.

Lysander wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had faced all kinds of harsh conditions.

So, coming here, he didn’t feel any repulsion, but his noble aura didn’t exactly fit in.

Lysander knocked on the door of number 302.

“I’m coming” An older woman’s voice came from inside. Then the door opened and revealed a plainly Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

dressed old woman.

She looked somewhat familiar.

The old woman had slightly gray hair and a friendly smile on her face. She looked at him, surprised for

a moment, then timidly asked. “Sir, who are you looking for?”

“Thalassa.” Lysander said simply.

“Oh, you’re a friend of Thalassa’s. Come in, come in. Thalassa hasn’t finished work yet. Would you like

to come in for a cup of coffee?” Astrid immediately opened the door wide and let Lysander in.

Lysander stepped inside.

The floor had just been mapped, the mop was still leaning on the sofa, and a bucket of dirty water was

in the middle of the living room. Astrid immediately picked up the mop and moved the bucket aside,

gesturing warmly, “Sir, please sit. The couch is clean; I just changed the cushion.”

This man was spotless in an expensive black suit, exuding an air of elegance and nobility.

One look and you could tell he was wealthy and high-status, living a life of comfort.

Astrid was afraid she might dirty his clothes.

Just now, Evelyn had taken the four children to the square to dance.

She was at home cleaning. The house was usually full of children’s toys, which she had just put away.

The couch cushion had been washed in the moming, and with the ample sunshine today, the cushion

had dried quickly.