The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Thalassa had been sensible since she was young She wouldn’t mess up

By nightfall, all the lights in the Sinclair Group’s building were off, except for the corridor lights.

This towering building was the tallest in the city, a sight to behold.

Neon lights adored the building, showcasing its prosperity.

There were security guards patrolling every floor.

On the 57th floor, Faye dodged the guards, sneaked into the surveillance room, and skillfully found the

surveillance computer. She was about to delete the surveillance records when all the lights in the room

suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire space.

Faye was startled, realizing something was amiss, and was about to bolt.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and a swarm of reporters barged in, popping flashbulbs at her.

The flashes made her eyes hurt.

She quickly shielded her face with her hands and roared angrily, “What are you doing? Delete all the

photos you took of me, or 111 sue!”

The reporters were unfazed by her threats. A daring one approached her with his microphone and

asked, “Why did you betray the Sinclair Group and sell the design to the Thorne Group? Was it for the

money?”

Faye was panic-stricken. She pushed the microphone away and retorted angrily. “What nonsense are

you spouting! I didn’t betray the Sinclair Group!”

“Why did you want to delete the surveillance records then? Are you feeling guilty?” the reporter shoved

the microphone back at her.

The other reporters crowded around her, bombarding her with questions, trapping her.

Faye was in a state of panic, wanting to escape but unable to do so.

The flashbulbs kept popping; the flashes were filling the room and making her eyes hurt, her heart

pounding in her chest.

“Mr. Sinclair is here!” someone suddenly shouted.

The journalists spun around to find a tall man silhouetted in the doorway of the surveillance room by NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

the light from the hallway

They crowded around him but stayed a meter away, not daring to get too close. They asked, “Mr.

Sinclair, how will the Sinclair Group. deal with this mole?”

He responded lightly. “That’s the Sinclair Group’s business. I don’t need to tell you how to report the

news.”

The reporters shared a knowing look and then departed from the surveillance room, having understood

the hint given to them.

Seeing Lysander, Faye tried to compose herself and walked up to him, trying to explain, “Mr. Sinclair, I

was just trying to see if Thalassa was in cahoots with someone on the 57th floor…”

“Faye, do you really think it was a simple coincidence that I asked David to get the surveillance

footage?” Lysander’s icy gaze fixed on her, his face stone cold.

Faye was momentarily stunned. A light bulb seemed to go off in her head as she understood what

happened.

Her eyes widened in shock and quickly filled with tears; her lips started to tremble. She shook her head

in disbelief and said, “No, this can’t be true…

How could Lysander be

be so heartless?

He had deliberately let her hear him asking David for the surveillance footage from the 57th floor. He

intended to trap her into deleting the footage

“Faye, considering your seven years of diligent service at the Sinclair Group, I have given you a

chance.” Lysander’s voice was as cold as

ice.

Did Lysander ever give me a chance?