The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

“Out yammering and get to work, Lysander glanced at him and said straight to the point, then he walke d away

Lopot pood there, running his hands through his hair in frustration

He shouldn’t have implied to Lysander that his mistakes were as innocent as what Thalassa had made

today, hoping for her forgiveness.

Instead, Lysander thought he was blaming Thalassa and he refused to forgive her

Such a big misunderstanding

Lysander’s vibe was too intense, and he didn’t even have a chance to explain.

Meanwhile, Thalassa was so pissed she could tum to stone.

After all the effort to escape, she ended up back as Lysander’s secretary

Her clever plan to escape the Sinclair Group was all for nothing.

Finally, it was time to clock out. As Thalassa left the company and was about to take the bus, a silver P

orsche pulled up in front of her.

The window rolled down to reveal Leopold’s handsome face. Thalassa, get in This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Thalassa glanced at him but did not get in. “Mr. Sinclair, I don’t want any misunderstandings.”

Leopold’s eyes dimmed slightly “Afraid your boyfriend will get jealous?”

With a smile, Thalassa casually replied, “Yes, my boyfriend always gets

jealous. He doesn’t interact with other women and doesn’t want me getting too close to other men.”

That stung She was still holding on to what happened five years ago. She couldn’t forgive him.

Leopold got out. He opened the door, and shoved Thalassa into the car, buckling her seatbelt.

Thalassa was as mad as a wet hen, shouting. “Leopold, what are you doing? Let me out!”

“I’m just trying to give you a lift.” Leopold started the car.

“I don’t want a lift from you, and I don’t want to be in your car!” Thalassa was furious.

But the car was already moving, speeding away.

She couldn’t jump out She had to keep herself safe. What about her four kids?

“Thalassa, can you stop being like this? Leopold took the chance to glance back.

His voice was full of sorrow, and so were his eyes

Heanng him call her

name over and over, Thalassa felt her heart turning into a soaked sponge, which was heavy and damp.

Memories of the past played in her mind like a movie.

Their love story in college was innocent and confused.

He used to call her Thalassa tenderly, treating her like a treasure, and he was always by her side.

The memories were so beautiful that the changes that came after that incident were earth–shattering.

The pain came all of a sudden, catching her off guard.

Thalassa brushed off her soft spot. She smiled and said, ‘Mr. Sinclair, you might as well call me Ms. Ev

erhart. I’d feel more comfortable.”

Leopold felt disappointed. Despite his humble and gentle request for her

forgiveness, his sincerity couldn’t melt her icy heart.

He didn’t say another word. He just drove to the entrance of her neighborhood.

Afraid he would drive into the compound, Thalassa quickly said, “Please stop here.”

Leopold didn’t force her, and he stopped at the entrance. Thalassa took out five dollars from her bag an

d left it on the seat. “This is for the ride. I don’t want to owe you anything. Goodbye, Mr. Sinclair.

Then she closed the door.

Leopold’s heart ached as if it was stabbed by