The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 265

She missed her stop and had to hoof it back.

When she got to the company, the elevator doors were about to close. She ran like a bat out of hell, shouting, "Hold on, wait for me!"

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, she squeezed in.

There were two people in the elevator, both in suits.

The man was tall, with sharp facial features, exuding an innate nobility. The chill he gave off made the whole space feel oppressive and icy.

Thalassa's breath hitched involuntarily. Seeing Lysander's cold and icy face, her spine stiffened. She let out an awkward chuckle. She turned around, and faced away from him.

Had she known this was Lysander's elevator, she wouldn't have rushed in like a madwoman.

David said, "Ms. Everhart, you're late."

Thalassa quickly checked her phone. It was ten past nine. She was ten minutes late.

She explained, "I missed my stop." Otherwise, she wouldn't have been late.

David didn't say anything else.

Thalassa didn't speak either. If it were just her and David in the elevator, she'd probably feel more at ease.

But Lysander was also in the elevator. His strong aura made Thalassa barely dare to breathe.

The elevator arrived at the top floor.

Thalassa instinctively stepped aside to let Lysander exit first, and then she followed.

Seeing Lysander heading towards his office, she let out a sigh of relief, then headed to the secretary's office.

Sitting in the office, Thalassa tried to calm herself down.

Thalassa stopped, quickly interpreting his words.

Yesterday? Yesterday she was working at Leossa Tech.

Thalassa explained, "I wanted to make a good impression on my boss on my first day."

Lysander signed his name forcefully on the document. He closed the document and looked at her with deep eyes. "So don't you need to make a good impression on your boss today?"

Thalassa met his icy gaze. She hesitated, then she carefully said, "Mr. Sinclair, I really did miss my stop today."

Oh no, she was ten minutes late for work and pissed off Mr. Sinclair. What should she do?

This was terrifying. Was he always this strict with his employees?

Lysander's sharp gaze did not soften, and his eyes were deep. "For you, Leopold's company is a better fit."