The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Thalassa had a slim figure, she was curvy in all the right places and carried an exotic charm. She was t

he pure yet sensual type that men were drawn to.

Next to her, Daryl looked like a plain Jane with an average face and average body, totally paling in com

parison.

Daryl couldn’t help but face the harsh reality, sighing, “Mr. Sinclair is so handsome and a top–

notch guy. I wonder who’s gonna be the lucky lady to land him.”

The receptionist chimed in, “Well, it isn’t

gonna be you, that’s for sure. You better get back to work, or do you

think the company will pay you for nothing?” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Daryl pulled a face and headed to the bathroom, looking like she was down in the dumps.

After overhearing their conversation, Thalassa wiped the sweat off her forehead. Who would win Mr. Si

nclair’s heart in the future was anyone’s guess, but she knew all too well who he used to fancy.

Once everyone dispersed, Thalassa took the elevator to the top floor.

Her job was to clean the executive floors.

Normally, she would get everything spick and span before Lysander started work, but today she was de

layed because of Daryl.

Lysander had already started work, and his office was still a mess.

After tidying up the whole place, Thalassa finally made her way to Lysander’s office.

She thought he would have left by now, it being knock–

off time and all. But to her surprise, Lysander was still sitting at his desk, buried in paperwork.

She held her breath, tiptoed in, and started cleaning, trying her best not to

make a sound and disturb him.

After cleaning everything else, she had no choice but to clean his desk. It was part of her job, and skipp

ing it would result in docked pay.

As she was wiping the desk, she could feel Lysander’s presence right beside her. His seent wafted

over her like a spray, with a strong hint of musk and a familiar woody aroma.

His potent masculine aura, filled with sexual tension, enveloped her

The familiar woody scent, combined with his overwhelming presence, made Thalassa’s heartbeat quick

en. Her heart began to pulsate like boiling water.

Previously, Thalassa had no idea that Lysander was the man from that night five years ago.

Now that she knew and was so close to him, the memories of that night were vividly resurfacing in Thal

assa’s mind.

Her face was flushed and hot as her heart pounded harder and faster, like a pony galloping at

breakneck speed on the highway.

Feeling flustered, Thalassa quickly finished cleaning the desk, not daring to lift her head, and was abou

t to make a beeline for the door.

“Hold on.”

Lysander’s deep voice came from behind.

Thalassa instinctively stopped in her tracks, holding the mop in one hand and clutching

her racing heart with the other, trying to calm herself down.

With a forced smile on her awkward face, she turned to face Lysander.

“Yes, Mr. Sinclair, is there anything else you need?”

Lysander opened his

drawer, took out something, and pushed it towards her on the desk, “Don’t lose this again next time.”

Thalassa looked closely. It was an emerald pendant shaped like a cloud; the whole piece glowed a vibr

ant green with a transparent texture, emitting a gentle and pleasant aura from