The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

“Actually, yesterday I…” Thalassa was about to explain that she had been cleaning Mr. Sinclair’s office

when she accidentally witnessed Faye confessing her feelings to Lysander.

“So, you skipped work yesterday morning, and in the afternoon when I asked you to clean up the top

floor, guess what your did? You cleaned everywhere except Mr. Sinclair’s office. Are you planning to

quit? Let me tell you, I personally check every day after work. I can tell at a glance whether you’ve

cleaned or not. Don’t even think of slacking off!”

Before Thalassa could finish, Noreen beat her to the punch. Hands on hips, she shot her questions

with a scrutinizing gaze. Taken aback, Thalassa blinked. It turned out she and director Noreen were

talking about two different things.

She quickly backtracked, explaining. “No, director Noreen, Mr. Sinclair was working in his office all

afternoon yesterday. I didn’t want to disturb him, so I didn’t go in to clean.”

“That excuse is acceptable. But from now on, you need to wait until Mr. Sinclair leaves, then you can

clean his office and call it a day.”

Thalassa was taken aback. “What if Mr. Sinclair works overtime?”

“Then you work overtime too. Overtime is paid separately. If you ever leave without cleaning Mr.

Sinclair’s office again, I’ll dock half a month’s pay!” Noreen laid down the law.

Thalassa managed a bitter smile. “Director Noreen, there might be other solutions…”

“I think this is the most feasible. It’s settled.” Noreen said, turning on her heel and leaving.

Thalassa was helpless.

From now on she had to wait for Lysander to leave the company before she could.

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If that was the case, she would have to work late into the night too.

That was impossible. She wanted to go home early every day, hold her children, and go to bed early.

Feeling down, Thalassa went to the top floor to sweep. As she was mopping, a pair of high heels

appeared in front of her

mop.

The off-white heels looked very posh.

Looking up. Thalassa saw Faye’s beautiful and noble face.

Today she wasn’t wearing her usual black and white lady’s suit, but a trendy professional outfit. A

yellow velvet skirt paired with a matching suit, her hair curled, her makeup delicately feminine.

She looked fashionable and feminine, oozing the elegance of high society, a change from her usual

strong and rigid image.

Even Thalassa, a woman herself, was dumbstruck by her beauty. So pretty!

“Thalassa, come to my office!” Faye commanded, striding towards her office in her high heels.

With each step, she walked with confidence and allure, her charisma off the charts.

Thalassa put down her mop and followed.

Standing in front of Faye’s desk, she asked, “Faye, did you need something?”

Faye opened her phone and placed it on the desk, playing a recording.

The recording was of the conversation in the elevator just now, where some female employees were

discussing Faye and Lysander.

Feeling perplexed after hearing it, Thalassa said, “Faye,…”

Thalassa, do you know the consequences of spreading rumors?” Faye cut her off, her gaze hard as

she looked at Thalassa. Faye’s attitude was chilly, her eyes full of hostility and disgust as she looked at

Thalassa.

Thalassa might dress simply, but her face was pure and her demeanor genuine. This sort of innocence

was something

Faye lacked.

Faye thought, maybe it was this quality that drew Lysander to Thalassa and made it impossible for him

to forget her.