The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Thalassa took a deep breath, realizing that she had picked the wrong time to show up.

“Sorry for the disturbance.” She quickly muttered and turned to leave.

“Halt!” Lysander’s command rang out sternly.

Thalassa immediately froze, not daring to move or turn around. Her heart pounded as she wondered

why Lysander had stopped her.

Was he planning to make her witness something she would rather not?

Faye whipped around at that moment, her eyes landing on Thalassa.

Jealousy and hate flared up instantly as she snuggled into Lysander, trying to show off their relationship

to Thalassa.

But before she could execute her plan, Lysander grabbed her collar and tossed her aside.

Faye landed heavily on her butt, frowning in disbelief at Lysander.

His face remained expressionless, and his eyes did not show a hint of interest. He was not affected by

her flirtation.

“Faye, know your place. You’re not irreplaceable as my secretary.” Lysander said coldly.

Faye was far from giving up. She got up and undid her blouse, trying once again to remind him that she

was a woman. “Mr. Sinclair, look at me. I’m a woman.”

Almost at the same time, Lysander averted his gaze from Faye. He then turned to Thalassa and

commanded, “Thalassa,

come here!”

Thalassa shivered at his startling command but obeyed nonetheless. The sight of Faye’s disheveled

state made her uneasy. Was this some weird discussion about female anatomy?

As soon as she approached the desk, a big hand grabbed her wrist. Before she knew it, she was pulled

into Lysander’s lap.

She jerked up in surprise, but Lysander held her by the waist and pulled her back down, forcing her to

straddle him.

This all happened within a split second, leaving Thalassa no time to react. Then his hand was on her

cheek.

“Mr. Sinclair, calm down.” Thalassa spoke as her cheeks burned.

“I am calm.” Lysander replied, his voice was deep and stern. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“Ah!”

Thalassa was taken aback by his actions.

Lysander’s gaze was intense, and he said to Faye, “This is how a woman should be.”

Only Thalassa could stir up this feeling in him.

Faye turned green with envy as she watched Lysander’s actions towards Thalassa. “Mr. Sinclair, one

day you’ll be that way with me.” She spoke as her voice shook with anger and humiliation.

With that, she stormed off.

Just then, Alaric walked in with a box of food. “Lysander, I brought you food.”

Midway through his sentence, he noticed the state of Faye and the woman in Lysander’s arms. His

face lit up with interest as he said, “Looks like I’ve walked in at the wrong time.