The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 989
Thalassa was on a mission to see Lysander, and just the mention of his name sent a shiver of panic through her heart.
David had graciously stepped aside to let her pass and stood by the elevator with an expectant posture, waiting for her to enter.
Moments before, Thalassa had been jovially bantering with David.
Now, the atmosphere had taken a serious turn, and her heart clenched with a mix of fear and resolve.
Despite her trepidation, she stepped into the elevator. She had come this far; there was no backing down now.
As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, David turned to leave, a smile still playing on his lips.
Thalassa’s personal visit to Lysander would surely lift his spirits. Otherwise, the whole office seemed to be trapped under a cloud
of gloom so thick it was hard to breathe.
The elevator ascended smoothly to the executive floor. Thalassa stepped out and approached the president’s office door.
Her hand trembled as she prepared to press the doorbell, her heart pounding as if trying to escape her chest. She had mustered
all her courage to come here, but now, the prospect of facing Lysander alone filled her with dread.
Taking several deep breaths and steeling herself, she finally pressed the doorbell.
As soon as her finger left the bell, the glass door swung open as if it had been waiting just for her.
With her heart hanging by a thread, Thalassa walked into the office.
The chill in the air hit her immediately, tightening her skin as she looked ahead to see Lysander’s imposing figure seated in a
leather chair, exuding an aura of quiet power.
His penetrating deep eyes fixed on her, like a predator watching its prey draw near.
Despite her nervousness, Thalassa moved forward step by step until she was just a foot away from the desk. She fought to keep
her panic at bay as she began, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m Thalassa, Mr. Ethan’s secretary. I’m here to discuss the follow-up of our last
contract. The collaboration has ceased, and Mr. Ethan sent me to discuss the terms of our disengagement.”
Thalassa maintained a strictly professional tone.

Lysander’s gaze never wavered from her face, deep and fathomless like a pool that seemed to threaten to drown her if she
looked too long.
“Have a seat, let’s talk.”
Just as Thalassa felt like she couldn’t take the tension any longer, Lysander’s deep voice broke the silence.
He stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow over Thalassa, who instinctively stepped back.
When he gestured for her to sit, it wasn’t at the desk; surely, he meant the couch.
With her heart racing, Thalassa quickly retreated to a single-seater couch and sat down.
Nobody knew better than her what had happened on that couch the night before.
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The pain and helplessness of the previous night’s encounter were not experiences she wished to relive.
So, she cleverly chose the single-seater, maintaining a safe distance.
A cool breeze brushed past her as Lysander moved to sit on the two-seater couch to her right. With an air of nobility, he poured
two cups of coffee.
Placing one cup before her on the coffee table, he asked in his low, resonant voice, “Aside from Mr. Ethan’s instructions, do you
have your own reasons for being here?”
Thalassa paused, caught off guard.
Her own reasons? What would those be?
A sudden realization sparked in her mind, and suddenly she understood something- a vivid image of him unrestrainedly pressing
her against the couch last night flashed through her mind.
Her heart pounded with alarm, and she felt like she was on pins and needles.
“Mr. Sinclair, I’m here on behalf of Crawley Group to discuss the contract,” Thalassa replied, her nervousness evident as she
tightly clutched the document folder in her hands