The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Thalassa parked her car and hurried into the lobby.

It was just past eight and some change. Work didn’t start until nine, so she wasn’t late.

“Ms. Everhart,” Cherry, the receptionist, called out to her as she passed the lobby.

Thalassa paused. She looked back but didn’t say anything.

Cherry walked up to Thalassa with an apologetic look. “Ms. Everhart, I’m so sorry. I had no idea what

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Cherry was genuinely sorry.

Having spent some time together, Thalassa had a good grasp of what Cherry was like: she wasn’t into

cliques. She didn’t spread rumors nor look down on others. She was a young woman with a strong

moral compass.

Thalassa believed Cherry was indeed tricked.

“No worries, I don’t blame you. Don’t beat yourself up. Just focus on your work,” Thalassa said.

Cherry’s guilty expression instantly disappeared, and she flashed a smile. “Thank you, Ms. Everhart. I

promise I’ll help solve problems for you in the future.”

Then Cherry happily returned to her post, her previously serious face lightened up immediately.

Thalassa was satisfied, and she stepped into the elevator.

For the entire morning. Thalassa stayed in the secretary’s office, refusing to enter the CEO’s office

unless Lysander called for her.

This way, she could avoid facing him and reduce the psychological pressure.

In the lobby, at the reception desk.

Charlotte came looking for Lysander again.

Cherry recognized her. She was here yesterday, claiming to be an old friend of Lysander’s.

Thalassa also gave her permission to go up.

To lighten Thalassa’s workload and not disturb her, Cherry let Charlotte go up directly.

This was Cherry’s small contribution in helping Thalassa out.

Dressed to the nines, Charlotte sauntered into the elevator and knocked on the door of the CEO’s

office.

After getting permission, she walked in. Her steps became softer, exuding feminine charm.

“Mr. Lysander, it’s almost noon. I came specifically to invite you to lunch,” Charlotte said softly, sitting

down in the chair opposite his desk.

Lysander just signed a contract. He put it in a folder and glanced at her.

He knew that it was his grandfather, Zephyr, pulling strings for her to have her around him.

And he couldn’t disrespect his grandfather’s wishes.

His words were cold, “I don’t have time. Find someone else.”

After saying that, he picked up another contract and began to read.

The hopeful look in Charlotte’s eyes dimmed a little, but she didn’t get discouraged. She smiled and

said, “Mr. Lysander, I happened to see Ms. Everhart and Leopold at a restaurant yesterday. They

seemed quite close. Is Leopold getting married soon?”

Lysander lifted his eyes, his gaze icy.

Charlotte felt a bit uneasy under his stare, subconsciously nervous.

But she tried to steady herself. She took out her phone and opened the photo she took yesterday.

She pointed her phone screen at Lysander. “I’m telling the truth. I was curious when I saw them, so I

took a sneaky picture. Take a look.”

Lysander’s deep gaze swept over the phone screen.

Though the photo only captured their backs. It was obvious at first glance that it was Leopold and

Thalassa.

Leopold’s hand was on Thalassa’s shoulder, his face almost touching Thalassa’s cheek.

Their actions were so intimate and they were walking away together.

Lysander’s body was instantly surrounded by a chill, his eyes filled with frost, and the surrounding air

pressure dropped to an extreme low.