The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Lysander looked at Faye, his expression gloomy. Her face was pale, and her eyes were anxious. He

furrowed his brows slightly and said, “She’s Celia’s cousin. We should give her some space You’re not

doing so hot lately Starting tomorrow, take a break. No need to show up at the office”

Faye had been working with him for years. She was proficient and had always been able to control her

emotions. She had never been this worked up or out of control

However, these past few days, Faye had been making mistakes left and right. One moment she let

some random kid wreck havoc in the CEO’s office, the next she showed a side of her that was far from

her usual classy and polite demeanor.

Lysander needed someone who knew their stuff to handle business by his side.

The measure of a good secretary was whether they could remain cool under pressure and always

maintain a polite and distant demeanor

If an employee was always emotional, he’d rather not have such an employee.

Faye wanted to say something more, but seeing Lysanders icy face and deep gaze, she knew he was

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Continuing to talk would only annoy Lysander further.

All she could do was swallow her grievances, nod slightly, and walk out of the office. Returning to her

own office, she couldn’t calm down for a long time.

Was Lysander really just being lenient because Thalassa was Celia’s cousin?

The more Fave thought about it, the more scared she became. It felt like the crisis was getting closer.

Thalassa had only been at the Sinclair Group for a few days, and Lysander was already bending over

backwards for her

This woman really knew her stuff!

After leaving the CEO’s office, Thalassa went to the cleaning department. She told the head that she

needed to take half a day off to rest at home.

Actually, she knew that her ruse of using someone elses ID card had been discovered Lysander surely

wouldn’t keep her around. She was waiting to be fired.

Rather than let HR tell her she was fired, she’d rather leave on her own terms, preserving the last

shred of her dignity.

After Hertha left the CEO’s office she found Thalassa and left with her.

She pouted her lips, her face full of regret, and said, Tm sorry, Thalassa. I didn’t know you were still

using your mom’s ID card at the Sinclair Group. If I had known, I wouldn’t have called you Thalassa”

She had exposed Thalassa’s true identity, which cost her her job,

Thalassa gave a chuckle and patted Hertha’s hand. “Why do you look like you’ve done something

wrong? I’m not upset with you and I did mess up this time. Getting found out was just a matter of time. I

thought using my moms ID card would be more convenient. That way, when the salary comes in, I can

directly transfer the money to my mom’s card. She can buy stuff for the kids without having to ask me

for money.”

Although her mom was a nag, she had a lot of pride. Asking her for money might be okay once or

twice, but any more than that, she’d either feel inconvenient or be too embarrassed to ask. This would

make her easily inntated

Knowing this, Thalassa had always used her moms ID card to work.

Her jobs were mostly entry level, requiring older people.

“What to do now? You’ve lost your job too. Hertha wasn’t the brightest bulb, but she understood what

Mr. Sinclair meant when he asked her to leave.

Didn’t that mean Thalassa was fired?

Hertha grabbed Thalassa’s hand, her face full of concern, worried for Thalassa.

“I’ll just find another job. Nothing can beat me. It’s just a job. I’ll find another opportunity” Thalassa’s

smile was optimistic and cheerful.

Just then, the elevator reached the first floor, and the door opened.

In front of them stood a tall and thin man. He was wearing a thin black trench coat, unbuttoned,

revealing a white shirt and black trousers tucked inside. His legs looked incredibly long, and his

proportions were great.

He had a cunning smile on his face, looking like he didn’t give a toss about the world yet was very

carefree.