The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 598

That left Thalassa utterly bemused.

She paused, looking at Ethan, holding her tongue.

Seeing her blank and innocent expression, Ethan couldn't help but chuckle. "Is it that Lysander has set the bar too high and needs someone to balance him out?" he quipped.

It took Thalassa a moment to realize that he was implying that she was not as clever.

And he had linked her with Lysander, which made her blush in embarrassment and annoyance, her cheeks growing warm.

“Mr. Ethan, why don’t I record this and play it for Lysander so that he can award you for your wit?” Thalassa retorted, clearly peeved.

“I just made a joke, and you're already angry. I called you out to help you. You don't need to thank me, but you're upset. This is not fun at all," Ethan said.

Help her?

Thalassa paused, and then it dawned on her.

Ethan had seen her being bossed around by Betty and Anna and had purposefully invited her out.

On one hand, it gave her a temporary respite from their demands.

On the other hand, it showed Betty and Anna that he valued Thalassa, indirectly warning them to back off.

Thalassa was indeed oblivious to his ulterior motives.

Because of Lysander, he was helping her, right?

"What if it backfires? You underestimate a woman's jealousy," Thalassa warned. "I can handle this situation. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Ethan."

Thalassa appreciated Ethan's goodwill, but it was unnecessary.

She was not a novice in the corporate world. She knew how to handle workplace relationships.

Thalassa reassured herself, trying to relax.

As she followed Ethan inside, the client was already seated and waiting.

It was a man with chestnut brown hair.

As they approached, Thalassa could see the client's face more clearly. Handsome and gentle, his eyes sparkled like spring sunshine, brimming with youthful energy.

It was Leopold!

Seeing him, Thalassa's heart involuntarily clenched.

As Leopold raised his head and saw Thalassa, his gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before shifting away as if he had just seen an unimportant stranger.

"Mr. Sinclair, sorry to keep you waiting," Ethan approached, a congenial smile on his face as he extended his hand in greeting.