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The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 401
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Chapter 401

With a quick stride, Fitch approached her, his voice raised just enough to ensure she heard him clearly,

“Ms. Everhart, our chauffeur will be here soon. Let himHe will drive you to the office.”

A wave of relief washed over Thalassa Everhart as she checked her phone. It was almost ten.

She wasn’t familiar with the area. Taking the bus could take forever, especially if she got lost. A car ride

would save time and spare her from another lecture from Lysander Sinclair about tardiness.

Shortly after, the chauffeur drove up and Thalassa got into the car. They set off towards the Sinclair

Group.

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In the CEO’s office, Zephyr arrived, his presence formidable and serious as he took a seat on the plush

couch in the lounge area.

Lysander sat across from him, pouring him a cup of English breakfast tea.

“Your secretary sure knows how to make an entrance. You’re already at work and she’s nowhere to be

seen. Even something as trivial as pouring tea, you have to do it yourself,” Zephyr’s hawk-like gaze

was filled with disapproval and annoyance as he glanced at Lysander.

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His words were a clear dig at Thalassa.

Lysander, of course, caught on. He responded, “The Sinclair Group provides decent employee

benefits, including sick leave within reasonable limits.”

“She seems to enjoy her sick leave every other day,” Zephyr retorted sourly.

He took a sip of his tea, then and placed the cup on the coffee table, continuing,. “You bought

Leopold’s company just to transfer Thalassa back as your secretary. Lysander, you never used to mix

business with personal matters before.”

“Three months isn’t up yet, Lysander put down the teapot, his deep gaze lifting to meet Zephyr’s.

“Grandpa, surely you haven’t forgotten our verbal agreement?” Lysander added.

Zephyr paused, his breath hitching.

They had agreed to give Thalassa three months to prove her character. If she turned out to be another

a woman liké Belinda Sinclair, Lysander would cut ties with her without hesitation.

But if she wasn’t…

Zephyr wouldn’t interfere with Lysander and Thalassa’s relationship.

During this time, Zephyr had been honoring their agreement. But after hearing from Leopold Sinclair

about Thalassa’s manipulative tactics, he couldn’t sit still.

This Thalassa was clearly cunning and unfaithful, with her own agenda. Did they really need three

more months to see that? -Zephyr was growing impatient, wanting to kick Thalassa out before she

caused any more trouble within the Sinclair family.

But Lysander’s reminder made him realize that he might be too hasty.

“No matter what, I hope you’ll act rationally. I’ll leave you to your work now,” Zephyr said, leaving the

office.

Not long after Zephyr left, David walked in to report, “Mr. Sinclair, the old manyour grandfather went to

the HR department.” Lysander’s icy gaze darkened, and he rose from his seat.

In the HR office, Zephyr was harshly talking to the HR manager, “I personally covered the $30,000

when Thalassa quit! Was it all so you could bring her back? How on earth do you guys do your job?

Can’t you see the obvious?”

The HR manager was on edge, stammering out, “Mr. Sinclair Zephyr, Thalassa was personally brought

back by Mr. Sinclair your grandson…”

They had no power to interfere.

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“And you didn’t think to report this to me beforehand?” Zephyr’s face was stern, his anger palpable. His

formidable aura was so strong it seemed to ripple through the air.

Zephyr and the HR manager turned to see Lysander entering the room, his presence commanding.

The HR manager quickly lowered his gaze, his shoulders trembling.

Zephyr’s expression shifted slightly, his aura calming down, “What brings you here?”

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Lysander stood in front of him, his aura as cold as ice, “You generously covered $30,000 out of your

own pocket, Grandpa, how generous.”

Lysander’s words were clearly sarcastic.

His deep, and intimidating gaze was locked onto Zephyr.

Zephyr felt a tinge of guilt under his grandson’s scrutiny, “Your grandmother is waiting for me at home.

I’m leaving.”

As Zephyr exited the elevator on the ground floor, he ran into Thalassa who was waiting for the lift. She

was dressed in a white blouse and a long, black pencil skirt, o. One end of her shirt was tucked into her

skirt, giving her a chic yet modest look.

Upon seeing her, Zephyr’s eyes held a hint of prejudice and hostility. He cast her a cold glance before

brushing past her.