The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 16

The middle-aged lady was making a scene, her face twisted in rage and her hair flying around due to her excessive agitation. Her eyes were bulging out, her arm thin as a blade, swinging towards Thalassa's face.

Thalassa felt the icy chill of the wind hitting her face, the pain cutting like a knife. She held her breath, watching the woman's hand swing down rapidly. At a distance of just a centimeter from her face, she managed to grab it accurately.

“You dare to resist. You lowly woman, you're asking for it.” The woman was arrogant and violent, raising her other hand.

Thalassa kicked at her hand, pushing her away with force. The middle-aged lady was strong, so Thalassa had to use all her strength just to counter her. After this series of movements, she was totally drained. The lady took a step back, steadied herself and charged at Thalassa more fiercely.

Thalassa’s pupils dilated; she had no strength left to fight. How could this woman be so difficult, attacking without reason.

Thalassa took a few steps back, trying to create some distance, but the woman was determined to hit her, relentlessly pursuing. Just as Thalassa was about to be cornered and be hit by the woman's fist, the supervisor from the cleaning department stepped in, stopping the woman's actions.

“Lady, this is the Sinclair group, not a place where you can cause a ruckus. Watch your behavior.” The supervisor spoke formally, representing the authority of the Sinclair group.

The lady was taken aback by the supervisor’s stern attitude. No matter how arrogant she was, she dared not challenge the authority of the Sinclair group. She ranted, exaggerating the story to the supervisor of how Thalassa had seduced her husband, and when rejected, had hired someone to beat him up.

Thalassa couldn't stand it; this was clearly slander. She retorted breathlessly, “Get your facts straight. It was your husband who harassed me. Despite being rejected numerous times, he still wouldn't leave me alone. The CEO's assistant saw it and fired him. Your husband's broken leg has nothing to do with me, and I had no idea what happened.”

“You dare to refute me. I'm going to call the police on you. Let's see if you can still deny it.” The middle-aged lady was sputtering, looking repulsive.

Thalassa stood her ground, “Go ahead and call the police. I'm going to sue your husband for harassment.”

The lady was furious, pulling out her phone and started dialing the police, cursing all the while.

The supervisor didn’t pay much attention to the matter. He said to Thalassa in a leader's tone, “You go clean the conference room first. I'll call you when the police arrive.”

“Alright.” Thalassa complied and left.

The lady continued swearing, trying to stop her, but was blocked by the supervisor.

Only her second day at work and she had already run into such annoying problems. Thalassa felt frustrated. While cleaning the conference room, she was distracted, without any energy. She picked up the trash around Lysander's area, accidentally bumping into him.

The employees in the conference room, seeing Thalassa's body making contact with Lysander's neat suit, were all shocked. The already solemn atmosphere turned even more oppressive; silence ensued.

Faye, standing in front of the projector, was displaying the design materials of each employee. Seeing Thalassa getting close to Lysander, her face darkened. The blue light of the projector shone on her face, and coupled with her gloomy expression, she looked cold and intimidating. Was this Thalassa trying to catch Mr. Sinclair's attention on purpose?

Thalassa, the person involved, was lost in her thoughts, completely unaware of the severity of the situation. She swept the floor casually with a broom, sweeping over Lysander's shiny, spotless leather shoes. There was a collective gasp from the room, everyone feeling nervous for Thalassa.