The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Thalassa was tidying up the conference room when she noticed a stack of A4 papers on the table.

They were fashion designs, stylish and beautiful, instantly catching Thalassa’s eye

She walked over and saw the first design, a goose-yellow velvet skirt that was incredibly trendy. It

reminded her of a similar skirt Faye had worn, yet there was something different about it

“Thalassa! What are you doing?”

Just as she was engrossed in the designs, a frantic voice erupted from the entrance.

Turning around, she saw Faye striding in, gathering the designs from the table into her arms, and

sternly said. “Were you looking at the designs? What were you thinking? These are the hard work of

our design team, pulling all-nighters. Were. they made for you, the cleaner, to look at?”

Faye’s words dripped with sarcasm and disdain.

Thalassa had no intention to argue with her. She maintained a polite smile and said, “Faye, you’re right.

These designs are important. But then, why were they left on the conference table just like that? As the

president’s secretary, you should pay more attention to details. Being careless isn’t a good habit, you

know”

Faye was left speechless by Thalassa’s sharp retort, her insides seething with anger. However, she

had to maintain her elegance, even in her fury. “You don’t need to clean the conference room anymore.

The president’s desk is a bit dirty. Go clean it,” she said, struggling to sound composed.

Thalassa just turned and left.

As she walked away, Faye watched her retreating figure, a sly glint in her eyes.

When Thalassa entered the office, Lysander was reviewing documents at his desk.

The air was thick with tension.

Thalassa felt a suffocating pressure that made it hard for her to breathe..

But cleaning the desk was her job, and she couldn’t run away from it.

She tiptoed over and began to wipe the desk with a cloth..

Bending over, her chest almost pressed against the table as she tried to clean it thoroughly.

She was wearing a round-necked long-sleeve T-shirt, which normally looked very neat, but her position

made it look a bit too revealing.

Her skin looked soft, causing Lysander’s gaze to deepen.

Thalassa was oblivious to his change and continued to scrub. She just wanted to finish and leave

quickly to avoid being in the same room as Lysander.

In her hurry, she accidentally knocked the phone off the desk, creating a loud noise..

“I’m sorry, I’ll pick it up right away.” Thalassa hurriedly said, bending down to retrieve the phone.

“Ah!” She tripped over the leg of the table, lost her balance, and fell right into Lysander’s arms.

The warmth and firmness of his chest made Thalassa’s heart race. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

She looked up into Lysander’s deep eyes.

Taking a sharp intake of breath, she quickly pushed him away, trying to stand up. “Mr. Sinclair, I’m

sorry, really sorry.”

As light as a cloud, the woman had invaded Lysander’s arms. Her faint scent filled his nostrils, making

his heart beat faster.

Her hand was braced against his chest, like a kitten’s paw, playfully stirring his heart, irresistibly

tempting him.