The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 11

Faye was freaking out, her heart pounding like a drum. Had Mr. Sinclair recognized Thalassa? Would he call her out on her lies, confront her?

Faye's face turned pale, and her body was tense and stiff, eyes fixed on Thalassa. She tried to initiate a conversation but found herself speechless.

Fear, panic, indignation, dread, all sorts of emotions tortured her, making her feel awful.

"Miss, I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I'll get back to work right away and promise not to make any more noise," Thalassa bowed apologetically to Faye.

She had been warned during the interview that the top floor was occupied by VIPs and she should remain quiet while cleaning. Any disturbances and she'd be in hot water. Her argument with Isabella and entanglement with Lysander must have disturbed Faye.

After saying her piece, Thalassa grabbed her mop and went off. Faye didn’t stop her, unsure of how to handle the situation. How should she interact with the CEO?

She called out tentatively, "Good morning, Mr. Sinclair."

"Hm." Lysander's reply was monosyllabic, his emotions unreadable. But his icy gaze was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine.

Faye was on edge, her heart pounding, ready to face any consequences of her lies.

Thalassa quickly headed to the storeroom, overhearing Faye addressing the man. She stiffened, feeling as if she'd been electrocuted.

Oh crap! How could she not have realized that this so-called Lysander was the CEO of the Sinclair group?

The nightclub manager had said he was a big shot. She had even bumped into him in the restroom on the top floor yesterday. And again, at the elevator today. And she remembered, her darling Dorian had said he wanted to apologize to Lysander!

She hadn't paid much attention to the name then. Why didn't she connect the dots that this big shot was the CEO of the Sinclair group?

What an airhead she was. Thalassa smacked her forehead in regret.

She had twice offended Lysander on his territory, no wonder he thought she was purposely trying to seduce him. What a huge misunderstanding.

Thalassa dashed into the storeroom like she was running for her life. She decided to steer clear of Lysander to avoid any more trouble.

Lysander watched her retreat, then turned his cold gaze to Faye. That made Faye's heart beat even faster.

"I told you yesterday not to allow irrelevant people on this floor. Why didn't you enforce it?" Lysander's voice was deep, authoritative, and commanding. He was always condescending and used to talking in such a tone.

Faye froze, realizing he was referring to the cleaner and not her deception. She quickly replied, "I'll tighten up management. This won't happen again."

"Won't happen again? How come you didn't handle the woman named Evelyn who just walked past you?" Lysander strode towards his office, clearly displeased.

Evelyn? Upon hearing this name, Faye was both shocked and relieved.

So, Lysander hadn't recognized Thalassa, the woman he had been involved with. He just mistook her for Evelyn. Faye's anxiety subsided. "I'll look into it right away." Faye quickly followed him into his office.

After a phone call, the situation became clear.

She grabbed a fan and started fanning herself while sitting down.

"Girl, you're so young. Why choose to be a cleaner?" a middle-aged man's voice rang out.

Thalassa turned around and saw a guy with a rough face, a beer belly, and a bald head, dressed in a security guard uniform. He had a wicked grin on his face and was strutting towards her on his stubby legs.

Thalassa stood up, her expression cool. "What can I do for you?"

"I saw you sitting here all alone, thought I'd keep you company." The guy, John, moved closer to her. He reached out his thick hand, almost touching Thalassa's face.

His hand was chubby and shiny with sweat. Just the sight of it swinging by her face made Thalassa feel nauseous. Her stomach churned, and she felt like puking.

She immediately stepped back to avoid his touch. Her body was on high alert. Her bright eyes were flashing with danger. "What the hell are you doing? If you try anything like that again, I'm gonna accuse you of sexual harassment!"

"Oh, seems like you're really freaked out. I was just messing with you, why so serious?" John laughed nonchalantly.

"I need someone to clean up the first floor. Someone puked there and it's really nasty. You're the only one who's not very busy in the cleaning department, so you do it." John continued to smile, his eyes still full of bad intentions when looking at Thalassa.

This woman was really beautiful. She had the charm of a real woman. The cleaning department hadn't seen such an attractive woman in a long time.

"The first floor isn't my responsibility! Go find the person in charge!" Thalassa refused!