Chapter 17

Thalassa was already in a crappy mood, and now the CEO was going out of his way to make things worse for her.

Faye, seeing Thalassa acting all high and mighty, was about to give her a piece of her mind when a single glance from Lysander shut her up.

“Are you blind or something? Can’t you see my foot here?” Lysander stood up and walked towards her, his tall figure casting a gigantic shadow over her, his icy aura following him.

Wasn’t she trying to get his attention? Rubbing against his suit, sweeping his shoes with her broom. Let’s see what else she’s got!

Thalassa took a step back under his intimidating presence and finally noticed the white dust on his shiny black shoes. It wasn’t a footprint, but a mark left by the broom His shoes were so shiny that the fine line of dust seemed glaringly obvious.

Thalassa suddenly realized she might have accidentally swept his shoes. No wonder he accused her of not using her eyes.

This was him picking a fight. He was a big deal, not someone she could afford to piss off.

She looked up at him, a nervous smile on her face. “Yeah, Mr. Sinclair, you’re right, my bad. I’ll clean it up for you, don’t be mad.”

She quickly took out a cloth from her waist and squatted down, giving his shoes a quick wipe.

rang. It was the head of the Cleaning Department. She hurriedly answered, ‘Okay,

shoe when she had to leave, still in her squatting position, looking up at his handsome face with its sharp features. From

her heart beating fast. She quickly said, “John needs me, I have to go, bye, Mr. Sinclair Without waiting for his response, she threw the cloth down and ran out of the meeting room like a

run off like a bunny, Lysander’s face became icy, his mood sour. He couldn’t believe

without even cleaning both his shoes. Was

to being worshipped and

confessed to her

was pissed at Thalassa’s constant attempts to attract Mr.

but when he said he has two houses here in the city, she agreed to be with him. She’s probably meeting

firmly

She was nothing more than a pleasure–seeking, cunning, and

“Yes, I’ll

David, who had chosen a venue for a fashion show and wanted Lysander to take a look. So, Lysander left.

for the venue.

to the 10th floor. The head told her the police were here and she needed to handle it. It was about

she didn’t want him to know that she, a mere cleaner, brought the police to the Sinclair Group. It would make him think she was a trouble, not

was dealing with John–related

into the room to hear John’s wife spewing venom at the cops, twisting the truth. Her mood instantly sank, and

leg is broken is the evidence! You

only heard your husband’s side of the story I have a recording here,

John said to her yesterday

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