The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Seeing Lysander perk up, Isabella knew she had his interest.

It seemed like she picked the night topic.

A sense of victory danced in her heart, but she crushed it down, forcing out an air of regret. “Back then,

Thalassa broke up with her university boyfriend. She was devastated and even ended up with depressi

on, so she had to drop out. I tried to talk some sense into her, asked her if any guy was worth her future

. But she said she loved him too much, and people who hasn’t loved deeply won’t understand.”

Isabella went on, detailing Thalassa’s past relationships with Leopold

Men couldn’t stand their women having a history with other guys.

If she was this miserable, why should Thalassa get to soar high and be the envy of all?

Isabella was hell–bent on wrecking Lysander’s good impression of Thalassa.

Once she spilled, Lysander’s handsome face turned icy, his gaze cold enough to freeze the world.

The atmosphere in the room turned frosty, the air seeming to solidify. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Sensing Lysander’s anger, David quickly wheeled Isabella out. “You’ve talked too much. The

last chatterbox got sent

to the hospital and was sedated without being able to speak for a month. People who blabber too much

might meet a severe punishment.”

Fear gripped Isabella, promptly shutting her up.

David wheeled her out of the office. He released the wheelchair and said flatly, “Elevator’s that way. Se

e yourself out.”

As David was about to leave, Isabella stopped him.

“David, do you think Mr. Sinclair will forgive me?”

David answered, “If I were you, I wouldn’t ask any questions or say anymore. I’d leave as quickly as po

ssible and never show up in front of Mr. Sinclair again.”

The warning in David’s words was clear.

Isabella nodded. Then she took the elevator, and left.

“Achoo!”

At the moment, in the president’s office of the Falconer group, Alaric Falconer was reading some docu

ments when he sneezed.

Rubbing his nose, he thought, “who’s cursing me?”

Then he rubbed his mouth.

After he talked a bit

too much in front of Lysander, his tongue had been numbed. He couldn’t talk for days, even the food ta

sted bland.

Though it was mostly recovered now, his tongue still felt a bit numb.

8 p.m.

Thalassa and Hertha went to a bar.

They ordered two cocktails.

Raising her glass, Hertha toasted Thalassa, “Congrats on landing the secretary job. Cheers!”

Thalassa raised her glass, clinked it with Hertha’s. “Thank you.”

Then, they both took a sip.

Thalassa was over the moon because this was the first time she landed a secretary job that matched h

er skills and qualifications.

Even though she was a secretary at the Sinclair group for a day, she knew it was out of Lysander’s pity

or his intention to keep her, not because of her own abilities.

“By the way, you’ve been to many interviews before. Most companies rejected you because you didn’t

have a university degree. Why did this one make an exception?” Hertha asked out of curiosity.

According to the societal norm, a degree was a requisite for a job. Most companies followed this rule.

Few would break the rule, which made this one stand out.

“They believed I have plenty of work experience,” Thalassa answered.

“The Sinclair group is really something and Lysander is even more so. Only one day as a CEO’s secret

ary at the Sinclair group gets you plenty of work experience,” Hertha said, surprised.

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