The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 432
Thalassa’s words made Charlotte so nervous she couldn’t maintain her ladylike poise. The cracks began to show on her
carefully made-up face.
She was panicked, flustered. Even though Thalassa’s accusations weren’t entirely true, they did hit the nail on the head when it
came to her intentions.
She did, indeed, want to get rid of Thalassa. That way, she could stand beside Lysander.
She and Lysander were betrothed by their grandfather, so if she could just remove the other woman from his life, she could be
with Lysander!
Having her thoughts exposed in public felt like being stripped naked, causing her to feel uneasy and anxious.
Charlotte took a couple of deep breaths, pointing at Thalassa, and retorted angrily, “You’re talking nonsense! I didn’t frame you. If
it wasn’t for you and Leopold deleting my photos, I would have proof!”
“Enough! You should go now; don’t disturb our dinner!” Lysander’s gaze was sharp and icy, directed at Charlotte.
Taken aback, Charlotte looked at Lysander with teary eyes, stomped her foot, and turned to leave.
She had thought dealing with Thalassa, a woman unaccustomed to society’s games, would be easy.
But to her surprise, Thalassa was stronger than she’d anticipated.
She was either fooled by her or defeated by her.
This time, she had been too impulsive, too careless. Next time, she would gather sufficient evidence to bring Thalassa down.
Once Charlotte had left, Thalassa finally let out a sigh of relief.
Her back was drenched with sweat.
She turned to look at the waiters, her eyes filled with silent gratitude, “I’m sorry for the trouble. You can get back to work.”
Just now, Thalassa had confidently faced Charlotte, agreeing to let the waitstaff testify.

She was betting, betting that the waitstaff wouldn’t dare to side with Charlotte and offend Lysander.
The situation was clear. Lysander had brought her here for dinner, and although the greeter recognized her, they didn’t say a
word.
It was because they knew she was Lysander’s woman. If they upset her and upset Lysander, they wouldn’t get off lightly.
Even if they were to break up, it shouldn’t be in the restaurant, and certainly not because of the staff. Otherwise, not only would
the waitstaff suffer, but the restaurant would also go out of business. Lysander was decisive and swift. When he said he would
acquire a company, he did it immediately.
The last corporation was a living example.
Moreover, when Thalassa asked the waitstaff to tell the truth, Lysander would surely be fair.
To make them understand the seriousness of the situation.
Fortunately, the waitstaff were all savvy people.
She had won the bet.
After the staff left, Thalassa lifted her bright eyes, looked at Lysander, put away the chaos in her heart, smiled, and said, “Mr.
Sinclair, you should eat too
She cut a piece of her steak and placed it on his plate.
Lysander’s deep, brooding gaze fixed on her like a piercing cold light, causing a chill to run down-Thalassa’s spine!
Her nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again, unsure of what Lysander meant.
Just when she was about to break under the pressure, Lysander’s gaze shifted away.
Thalassa let out a quiet sigh of relief and continued eating her steak.
She had eaten too much in the afternoon, and steak was a very filling dish.
Halfway through her meal, Thalassa felt stuffed.

But under Lysander’s intimidating presence, she had to force herself to eat.
By the last bite, she was so full that the food was practically at the back of her throat.
Thalassa cautiously glanced at Lysander, who was watching her.
Taken aback, she forced a smile, picked up the last piece of steak, and prepared to put it into her mouth.
The once delicious aroma now repulsed her. As the smell of the steak hit her nostrils, her stomach outright rejected it.