The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1804

The middle-aged woman's panic skyrocketed when Wyatt pressed her for the truth. Torn between sticking to her previous story or coming clean, Wyatt's stern gaze sent shivers down her spine, making it crystal clear what he meant by "the truth."

Thinking quickly on her feet, she said, “It was just yesterday when she came to drop off her artwork. After asking the receptionist a question, she came looking for me. She asked for a little favor - to sneak a peek at Zoey's submissions. Since I'm in charge of handling and organizing the submissions, I knew exactly which piece was Zoey's. She looked at me with such earnest eyes, I just... I caved, and I showed her Zoey's design.”

Her explanation was far more coherent this time around.

Thalassa, visibly agitated, stepped forward and exclaimed, “That’s a blatant lie! I never approached you, nor did I ask for any such thing!”

“The janitor was there cleaning; she heard everything. She can vouch for me,” the woman said, a mix of panic and confidence in her voice.

Thalassa's brows furrowed deeply at this, and then Wyatt commanded, “Bring the janitor here.”

No sooner had he spoken than someone arrived with the janitor, as if they had been prepared for this moment.

Upon seeing the janitor, Thalassa was flabbergasted. The woman, named Daryl, was a young janitor she recognized from her days at the Sinclair group!

After three years, Daryl was still in the same position.

Daryl glanced back at her, then, with a smile, approached Wyatt and said, “I overheard your conversation just now from outside. Yes, I did hear Thalassa asking this lady here to show her Zoey’s designs, and eventually, she did.”

Thalassa was shocked. How could Daryl blatantly lie like that?

Then, turning her gaze towards Payton, who was now cozily sidling up to Wyatt with an obsequious grin, she said, “Mr. Sinclair, it’s clear now. Ms. Everhart deliberately viewed Zoey’s designs yesterday, copied them overnight, and submitted them as her own today.”

Thalassa and Lysander were in this together—for better or worse.

Thalassa was beyond worried. Her own downfall was one thing, but the thought of dragging Lysander down with her was unbearable.

If Payton managed to crush Lysander now, his arrogance would know no bounds. Today’s public humiliation of Lysander and David would be just the beginning. What’s to stop him from trampling over Lysander completely in the future?

Outraged and desperate, Thalassa coldly confronted Daryl, “How much did Wyatt pay you to spin this tale?”

Daryl, taken aback, retorted, “Your accusation is an insult to my character! You need evidence to make such claims. What proof do you have that Wyatt paid me off?”

“And what proof do you have,” Thalassa shot back, “to claim I asked her to show me Zoey’s designs?”