The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Thalassa was speaking from the heart.

She didn’t fancy being Lysander’s secretary, let alone his woman.

She yeamed to stay clear from him and never see him again for the rest of her life.

Only then could she make sure her kids were stashed away safe and sound.

Faye mistook Thalassa’s words as boasting as if she was rubbing it in her face.

She was fuming, her face dark with rage, glaring at Thalassa: “Don’t get too cocky, Thalassa. You, a

poor sod, will always be looked down upon. Lysander will lose interest in you in no time, and you’ll be

discarded like trash. No, you’re even worse than trash!”

Faye’s anger and resentment seeped from her core.

She had just seen Thalassa and Lysander sitting in a café, sipping coffee together at the mall.

Lysander’s lips were curled in a small smile, his deep eyes full of admiration for Thalassa.

His gaze was filled with a tenderness she had never seen before, filled with love.

Faye had been by Lysander’s side for ten years, so she knew his eyes were usually cold when he

looked at people. But when he looked at Thalassa, his eyes were

different.

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She had been silently by Lysander’s side for ten years, silently in love with him!

But in his eyes, she was no more than a male secretary.

She thought he was indifferent to women, but Thalassa shattered that notion.

It turned out Lysander could passionately kiss a woman.

Turned out his profound, and icy eyes could also show a soft gaze.

Turned out, he was into women, just not her.

She had spent ten years by his side, hoping to touch his heart, to have him notice her.

But all that time and all that effort didn’t compare to Thalassa’s one night with him five years ago.

Faye was heartbroken, furious, and filled with hatred for Thalassa.

If it weren’t for Thalassa’s one night with Lysander five years ago, Lysander might at least have noticed

her.

She vented all her frustrations and resentments on Thalassa.

Thalassa didn’t want to bicker with her, but her words were just too over the top.

She said Thalassa was worse than trash, then what was she?

Thalassa sneered, “A decent person wouldn’t betray their own company or frame others. So, Faye,

what type of trash are you?”

“You!” Faye was provoked, raised her hand high, and slapped towards Thalassa’s face. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Seeing the hand swiftly approaching, Thalassa’s eyes widened.

Just as her hand was about to hit her face, Thalassa grabbed her hand tightly.

And she swung a slap back at Faye.

Faye was quick. Her years with Lysander had trained her reflexes.

She jerked her head back, dodging Thalassa’s slap, and jerked her hand out of Thalassa’s grip so hard

she staggered backward.

Although she wasn’t hit, her delicate makeup was a mess.

Thalassa leaned against the wall, unaffected by the action.

She stood her ground, neither of them landing a hit on each other. It was a stalemate.

Unwilling to waste her breath on Faye, she shot her a glance, turned around, and walked away.

Behind her, Faye said in a suppressed rage, “Thalassa, you’re just selling yourself for money. You’re

nothing but a cheap woman!”

Those words stopped Thalassa in her tracks, and it felt like a rock was pressing down on her chest,

and she was breathless.

She felt extremely uneasy.