The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 41

Lysander's gaze shifted towards the entrance, and sure enough, there she was, broom in hand, apparently ready to get down to scrubbing.

Was she Evelyn?

Why did Hertha, the lady who just entered, addressed her Thalassa?

Was that her real name?

Faye, who was already on edge, felt her anxiety skyrocket when she heard Hertha call out Thalassa's name and saw Lysander's face darken abruptly.

Her heart pounded like a jackhammer, as if her secret was about to be spilled, and she was scared stiff of being offed by Lysander himself.

Thalassa lifted her gaze to meet Hertha's, who was now shooting her a desperate plea.

She too had heard Hertha calling her out.

The utterance of "Thalassa" made her heart skip a beat. She thought, "I'm screwed! Now, Mr. Sinclair, Faye, and David all know I've been pulling a fast one at the Sinclair group."

She was bound to be sacked and publicly shamed.

She was already broke, and the current situation was just rubbing salt in the wound.

Thalassa now felt awkward whether she stayed or left and could only linger at the entrance.

She let out a couple of nervous chuckles, about to respond, when she caught Lysander's icy and piercing gaze. She choked on the words she had intended to say.

"Evelyn, just how many identities are you juggling?" Lysander tossed his pen and leaned back in his chair, his icy stare seemingly freezing Thalassa in place.

His demeanor was frosty as he scrutinized Thalassa.

The pen did a pirouette on the table before clattering to the floor, the sharp sound heralding his seething anger.

When did she get a criminal record?

Before she could even retort, Isabella cut her off. "I saw you here the last time I visited the Sinclair group. I told you to quit and come work at my company. But you wouldn't listen. Now that you've been busted for using someone else's ID, I'd love to see how you worm your way out of this one."

After berating Thalassa, Isabella turned towards Lysander, and her demeanor immediately softened. "I'm sorry, Mr. Sinclair. This is my distant cousin. She's always been a bit odd, growing up without a father. She never took schooling seriously and ended up on the wrong path. I can't believe she had the nerve to scam the Sinclair Group. I apologize on her behalf. I hope you won't mind her too much. I'll give her a good talking-to when we get home and make sure she turns over a new leaf."

Thalassa was still reeling from the shock of being accused of having a criminal record. Now she had to watch Isabella grovel before Lysander for her.

She clamped her mouth shut, not saying a word.

If Isabella could smooth things over and cool Lysander's anger, that wouldn't be so bad.

As long as Lysander didn't hold her accountable, she'd be okay.

Lysander's brow furrowed, his gaze never leaving Thalassa and his eyes glinting with a cold light.