The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Lysander’s threat engulfed her with danger.

Thalassa was scared out of her wits. She worried that Lysander might bite her again, even possibly en

danger her life.

Lysander let her go and then turned towards the stairwell.

While he was heading in that direction, alarm bells

started ringing in Thalassa’s head. She rushed forward to stand in his way. She said awkwardly but poli

tely.

“Mr. Sinclair, there’s a great coffee shop outside the complex. I hang out there often. If you’re game, I’d

love to treat you to a cup of coffee”

Oh my God, was he going to her place? There were four

kids at home. If Lysander got up there, he’d definitely find the kids.

She simply couldn’t let him go up there.

Thalassa’s heart was racing. She was nervous as hell.

After she finished, she looked at Lysander with a mix of anxiety and worry in her eyes.

She was scared he’d say no, insisting on going to her place.

Lysander looked at her panicked eyes, his deep voice seemed particularly emotional in the night, “No n

eed.”

Thalassa caught her breath.

He said no. If he insisted on going to her place, she couldn’t stop him.

What should she do? Her four kids were still at home.

Just as Thalassa was looking around anxiously, trying to find a solution, Lysander said, “It’s late. I’ll wat

ch you go home.” Thalassa’s tense heart instantly relaxed. She quickly said, “Alright, I’ll head up. You s

hould go home and rest too.”

She turned quickly, heading towards the stairwells i

if it was a narrow escape.

Was Lysander worried about her walking home alone at night?

Only God knew, he was the biggest danger.

Thalassa rushed home and immediately shut the door behind her to prevent Lysander from suddenly c

oming up.

She didn’t rush inside but leaned against the door, listening to the sounds outside with a pounding hear

t.

After a while, there was no sound of footsteps.

Lysander didn’t follow up.

Thalassa finally let out a sigh of relief. She turned around and switched on the living room light.

Downstairs.

When Lysander saw the light in the window, he finally turned and got into his car, driving away.

The next day, Thalassa reported to her new company.

She asked people from the HR department, “Can you tell me where my office is?”

The HR manager took her to an office on the top floor.

Thalassa looked next door, and the nameplate on the office read “CEO’s Office“.

She quickly pulled the HR manager aside. “Excuse me, am I a secretary assistant? Why is my office ne

xt to the CEO’s Office?”

The HR manager kept a polite smile. “You’re the CEO’s private secretary.”

“What?” Thalassa was stunned.

She definitely applied for the secretary assistant job, but she didn’t have the experience or credentials t

o be a CEO’s private secretary. Usually, a CEO’s private secretary required at least five years of experi

ence, or they were a top graduate from a prestigious school.

“This was the interviewer’s decision. If you have any questions, you can ask him.” The HR manager sm

iled and then left.

This was really unbelievable. She just started working and she’s already the CEO’s private secretary.

Was it because she used to be Lysander’s private secretary and the interviewer saw that as valuable e

xperience?

Lysander’s name really carried weight.

Thalassa didn’t overthink it and she just kept organizing her things.

At ten in the morning, the phone next to her desk rang. Thalassa picked it up.

*Please come to the CEO’s office. There are some documents to be organized.”

On the other end of the phone, there was a gentle voice. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The voice sounded familiar, but Thalassa didn’t have time to think. She could only reply. “Alright, I’ll be r

ight there.”