The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 16

The middle–aged lady was making a scene, her face twisted in rage and her hair flying around due to her excessive agitation Her eyes were bulging out, her arm thin as a blade, swinging towards Thalassa’s face.

Thalassa felt the icy chill of the wind hitting her face, the pain cutting like a knife. She held her breath, watching the woman’s hand swing down rapidly. Al a distance of just a centimeter from her face, she managed to grab it accurately

“You dare to resist. You lowly woman, you’re asking for it” The woman was arrogant and violent, raising her other hand.

Thalassa kicked at her hand, pushing her away with force. The middle–aged lady was strong, so Thalassa had to use all her strength just to counter her. After this series of movements, she was totally drained. The lady took a step back, steadied herself and charged at Thalassa more fiercely.

Thalassa’s pupils dilated, she had no strength left to fight How could this woman be so difficult, attacking without reason.

Thalassa took a few steps back, trying to create sorne distance, but the woman was determined to hit her, relentlessly pursuing. Just as Thalassa was about to be cornered and be hit by the woman’s fist, the supervisor from the cleaning department stepped in, stopping the woman’s actions.

Lady, this is the Sinclair group, not a place where you can cause a ruckus. Watch your behavior.” The supervisor spoke formally, representing the authority of the Sinclair group.

The lady was taken aback by the supervisor’s stern attitude. No matter how arrogant she was, she dared not challenge the authority of the Sinclair group. She ranted, exaggerating the story to the supervisor of how Thalassa had seduced her husband, and when rejected, had hired someone to beat him up

Thalassa couldn’t stand it; this was clearly slander. She retorted breathlessly, “Get your facts straight. It was your husband who harassed me. Despite being rejected numerous times, he still wouldn’t leave me alone. The CEO’s assistant saw it and fired him. Your husband’s broken leg has nothing to do with me, and I had no idea what happened.”

Let’s see if you can

the police. I’m going to sue your

pulling out her phone and started dialing

a leader’s tone, “You go clean the conference room first. I’ll call you

Thalassa complied

to stop her, but

already run into such annoying problems. Thalassa felt frustrated. While cleaning the conference room, she was distracted, without any energy. She picked up the trash around Lysander’s

room, seeing Thalassa’s body making contact with Lysander’s neat suit, were all shocked. The already solemn

her face darkened. The blue light of the projector shone on her face, and coupled with her gloomy expression, she looked

was lost in her thoughts, completely unaware of the severity of the situation. She swept the floor casually with a broom, sweeping

the big screen

fixed on the woman in front of him. She was sweeping around his feet haphazardly, as if they had a grudge or something. Was she trying to catch his attention on purpose? Lysander

coffee over the edge of the cup, burning her hand. She winced, flapping her hand, and knocked over an empty cup beside her. The cup bounced twice on the wooden floor, emitting a

and widened her eyes in shock. As the cup settled, she breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the

thought, how come yesterday it was a porcelain cup, and today it was

conference table side, the meeting was proceeding normally, someone was presenting a plan, and Faye had adjusted the projector to project the design

who should have been listening to the plan, had his eyes locked on Thalassa, observing her every move, his gaze

just finished presenting her plan carefully sat down. It was as if she had spoken in vain. The CEO didn’t seem to

thing

this janitor come from, and how did she manage to capture the attention of everyone in the meeting room? Even Mr. Sinclair found his gaze drawn to her. This was the first time he hadn’t immediately rejected a proposal due to distraction. Everyone seated around the conference table was on edge, their nerves taut, beads of sweat forming on their

reddened hand with a napkin. This scene seemed to touch a