The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Hey there, Mr. Sinclair Thalassa greeted him with a forced smile. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

As long as she wasn’t the one feeling awkward, she didn’t care who did.

Lysander glanced at his shoe, which now sported a foot-shaped imprint, and gazed at her with a cold

stare. “Is this how you always greet people?”

Thalassa noticed the dirt smudge on his shoe, realized it was her fault, and quickly whipped out a rag

from her waist while squatting down to clean it. “Sorry, didn’t mean to Let me get that for you.”

She used the same rag she used for cleaning tables to scrub his shoe,

Lysander frowned. He was clearly not a fan of this.

After stepping away from her touch, he hissed, “Get out!”

“Sure thing.”

Thalassa grabbed her mop and bolted out of the office

If it weren’t for the paycheck, she wouldn’t be in his office.

And he told her to get out?

Lysander watched as she quickly retreated from his office, his gaze darkening.

In the afternoon, just as Thalassa was about to clock out, Hertha came looking for her.

Thalassa, I got off early today. Let’s hit the shops” Hertha looped her arm through Thalassa’s, leading

her out of the Sinclair Group building.

Thalassa calculated her finances. She still had $800, and she hadn’t yet bought winter clothes for the

kids. So she agreed.

Just as they left the Sinclair Group building, a flashy silver Porsche pulled up next to them.

Thalassa and Hertha thought they were obstructing the car’s path and moved a bit to the side.

The Porsche’s window rolled down, revealing a hardsome man with long eyes and a tantalizing mole at

the corner of his eye.

The man, Alaric, Пashed a charming, devilish smile Thalassa, you just left the Sinclair group. I didn’t

see Lysander with you.”

Alaric’s voice was a bit weird, like something was wrong with his tongue,

Thalassa instinctively tightened her grip on Hertha’s arm and said defensively, “I have nothing to do

with Lysander. Why should I leave with him?”

Alaric, full of charm and mischief, chuckled. The other day at Sapphire Skyline, you were sitting on his

lap and even cleaned up after him. And you say there’s nothing between you? I bet you two are thick

as thieves.”

His words were direct and made Thalassa blush

She wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.

Lysander was a weirdo, and his friend was even worse!

How could he say such things in public?

“You have no shame! Hertha, let’s go!’ Thalassa, her face beet red, stormed off, dragging Hertha with

her.

Hertha, however, didn’t move.

Thalassa turned to find her friend staring at Alaric. Though she wasn’t as besotted as she was the first

time she saw him, her eyes were still filled with his reflection.

Her eyes sparkled with longing and affection, like those of lovers reunited after a long time.

This worried Thalassa.

Hertha was getting infatuated with men again.

Alaric didn’t continue teasing Thalassa and Lysander. He noticed the look in Hertha’s eyes. It was the

desire and eagerness to kiss him.

He wiped the smile off his face, rolled up the window to block her view, and parked the car

Thalassa tugged at Hertha’s sleeve, “Hertha, snap out of it. He’s gone”

Hertha finally looked away from the spot where Alaric had been. When she faced Thalassa, her face

showed disappointment, but she put on a brave smile, “Let’s go.”

She flung the car door open, ready to hop in.