The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 402

Thalassa's face held a soft smile that stiffened slightly at the sight of Zephyr. She prepared to greet him, but he didn't give her the chance. His eyes were filled with disgust and prejudice, a. A sharp, and piercing gaze that passed over her and moved on.

His look was like a handful of salt thrown on the wounded heart of Thalassa, making the pain even more intense and unbearable.

It wasn't until he was out of sight that Thalassa took a deep breath,. She pressed the elevator button and stepped inside.

Arriving at the top floor, she was met by David, waiting by the elevator door.

"Ms. Everhart, I thought you were out sick today?" he asked, surprised.

"I didn't take a day off." She stepped out of the elevator and then realized who might have called in sick for her. She quickly retraced her steps and asked David, "What did Mr. Sinclair say?"

David gave a light laugh, "He didn't say anything. But, I think you should check in with him first."

"Why?" Thalassa asked.

"You'll figure it out," he said, stepping into the elevator and closing the door behind him.

Thalassa hesitated, but eventually decided to follow David's advice. After all, Davidhe had been working with Lysander for years and probably knew him better.

She knocked on the door of the office. When she heard a low voiceman permitting her to enter in a low voice, she pushed the door open and said, "Mr. Sinclair, should I prepare the conference room?"

Thalassa reported in a professional tone.

Remembering how he had pulled her onto his lap the last time he called her over, Thalassa tensed up.

Her heart was pounding, but she didn't dare to disobey Lysander's order. She walked over to the edge of the desk and asked cautiously, "Mr. Sinclair, how may I assist you?"

"Why are you at work with an injury!?" Lysander's words carried a hint of reprimand.

If she didn't know how much he hated her, and all the things he did to make her life difficult, Thalassa might have thought he was concerned about her.

"It's just a small injury. It's fine," Thalassa said, maintaining a distance from him, not daring to get too close.

"Is that so?" Lysander stood up. His tall figure instantly enveloped Thalassa, his presence imposing.