The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 456
After she finished speaking, Amelia rose from her seat. Her high heels clicked against the floor as she departed.
Thalassa remained silent as her grip tightened around her coffee cup.
The following day, Monday, marked the end of Thalassa’s weekend. She headed to her job at the Sinclair Group.
Today was an executive meeting. Thalassa arrived an hour early to prepare the conference room and stood by the door to
welcome the attendees.
All the executives took their seats, save for one crucial figure: Lysander.
Thalassa continued to stand by the conference room door. After a few moments, Lysander finally made his entrance.
Dressed in a bespoke black suit, he exuded the aura of a business elite and made everyone take notice of his formidable
presence. He was tall and imposing. His handsome face and well-defined features were enough to quicken any pulse.
Striding in with long, confident steps, he approached Thalassa. Overwhelmed by his intimidating presence, she immediately
lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.
The chilly air grew tense as Lysander drew near. As he passed by Thalassa, he cast a glance at her face.
She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail today, revealing her smooth forehead and fair complexion. The scab on her forehead
had fallen off, leaving a slightly redder patch of skin that was softer than the surrounding area.
After confirming that she was recovering, Lysander withdrew his gaze, entered the conference room, and took his place at the
head of the table, an unquestionable symbol of power.
His dark silhouette sank into the chair, exuding authority and elegance. The room was filled with tension.
Thalassa started the projector, displaying the documents for the meeting. The conference had officially begun.
The meeting lasted an hour and went smoothly, with most of the proposed plans accepted. It was clear that Lysander was in a
good mood today.

When the meeting concluded, everyone left one by one. As always, Thalassa was the last to leave, as she was responsible for
tidying up the conference room.
Only Lysander and Thalassa were left, the air growing more oppressive with every moment.
Thalassa didn’t dare speak. Lowering her head, she turned off the projector, unplugged the USB drive, and gathered the
documents.
Having completed her tasks, she intended to ignore Lysander’s presence and leave the conference room. However, as she
walked past him, her wrist was suddenly grasped. In a swift motion, she was pulled onto his lap.
Thalassa gasped, turning to face Lysander’s deep eyes. They were like holes, capable of consuming everything.
Underneath her, she could feel the solid strength of his thighs and their warmth. Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat as she
nervously stuttered, “Mr. Sinclair, this is a conference room. We
shouldn’t...”
Before she could finish her sentence, he lifted her chin with his index finger, forcing her to look at him. His deep and magnetic
voice echoed in her ears. “Is your wound healed? Does your
head still hurt?”
His voice carried a hint of tenderness. Thalassa’s heart pounded, and her breathing became unsteady.
Was he showing concern for her?
Caught off guard, Thalassa quickly replied, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Hmm.” With a single grunt of acknowledgement, he released her.
Thalassa hastily stood up, her body rigid with tension. “Mr. Sinclair, I... I’ll return to my office now.”
“Go ahead.”
She practically fled from the conference room. It felt as if she were escaping not from a man but from a lion that could pounce
and tear her apart at any moment.

Once she returned to her office, Thalassa took a deep breath to calm hernerves, slowly exhaling to steady her heart.