The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 483
The employees in the meeting were all on tenterhooks.
“What you need to do is pack up your things and leave within half an hour,” Lysander’s icy voice echoed through the room.
Chad’s face turned ghostly white. “Mr. Sinclair, our small firm isn’t that profitable. Why would you want to buy it out?”
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“You’re annoying.” Lysander had no patience for Chad..
His decisions were final and non-negotiable.
Chad was at a loss, unsure of how he’d upset Lysander.
He’d thought that winning the gourmet competition would secure Lysander’s investment and solidify a relationship with the
Sinclair group, thus paving the way for his brighter future.
But instead, they were to be bought out.
And in just thirty minutes, he was out of the game.
The news of the buyout sent shock waves through the room, leaving the employees in a state of fear and uncertainty.
Landing their positions hadn’t been easy; and with a change in management, their jobs were now hanging by a thread.
Thalassa was also taken aback. She glanced at Lysander, his icy composure and regal aura were making him untouchable.
He’d bought their company? Just like that?
Chad knew better than to push his luck. Angering Lysander would only end in disaster so he hung his head and trudged out of
the room, defeated.
Lysander’s deep gaze swept over the employees around the conference table.
Everyone sat stiffly, heads bowed, not daring to draw attention to themselves at such a critical moment.
The atmosphere was so tense it was suffocating.

Just like the rest, Bruce had his head bowed in silence. But he was torn. Unlike the others, he had Thalassa as his safety net.
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If he spoke up now and identified himself, Lysander may grant him a higher position and more power.
But if he stayed quiet, he would miss his chance.
As the minutes ticked away and the office grew more somber, Bruce made up his mind. He stood up and said, “Mr. Sinclair, you
may not be aware, but I was the main organizer of the gourmet competition. Also, I’m quite close with your secretary, Ms.
Everhart.”
He deliberately brought up Thalassa, hoping to reveal their father-daughter relationship to Lysander.
At his words, Thalassa tensed and shot Bruce a warning look.
She didn’t want him to bring her up.
But Bruce ignored her and continued, “Ms. Everhart was of great help during the competition. It wouldn’t have been such a
success without her.”
Thalassa was taken aback. What was Bruce blabbering about? When had she ever helped him?
Was he trying to corner her?
Lysander’s lips turned up in a cold smile. He extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray, his gaze turning icy as he looked at Bruce.
“You can pack your things and leave now,” he said. His voice was authoritative and frosty.
Bruce was taken aback. He’d thought that associating himself with Thalassa would earn him some benefits, but instead, he’d
been fired.
Was his understanding of Lysander and Thalassa’s relationship off?
He looked at Lysander in disbelief, then at Thalassa.
The bandage was so obvious on her face. Had Lysander really hit her?

Had he lost his gamble?
Bruce quickly realized the gravity of the situation and pleaded, “Mr. Sinclair, I only meant that Ms. Everhart brought her little
friend Elowen to the gourmet competition and helped secure the win. She did me a favor, nothing more.”
At the mention of Elowen, Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat.
Furious, she glared at Bruce. What was he trying to achieve?