The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 469

I was planning on finding another, then placing both in front of you. You'll then know it was all a misunderstanding. She thought.

Before she could clarify, Lysander's eyes turned frosty, "Then why sell it? You prefer money over it, don't you?"

That was a gross misunderstanding.

Everyone liked money, but Thalassa always earned hers honestly. She didn't covet what wasn't hers.

Thalassa was about to explain, but upon seeing Lysander's scrutinizing and slightly contemptuous gaze, she felt exasperated and decided not to.

She lifted her gaze to meet his, accepting his accusations.

"You're right. I love money! Mr. Sinclair, since you claim that as your woman, I can have anything I want, then I want money. Will you give it to me?"

She was ready to paint herself as a gold-digger, hoping to repulse him.

Perhaps he would lose interest and kick her out if that made him feel repulsive. She would be more than happy if that happened.

Lysander's gaze deepened, his face turning darker, "How much do you want?"

"A lot. An astronomical number that I can spend extravagantly. I can use the money to buy designer goods, luxurious houses, fancy cars and even treat my friends to a shopping spree! I want them to admire, fawn over, and please me. If you could give me shares of the Sinclair Group, allowing me a life of luxury without working, that would be perfect."

Thalassa's ambitious words came out in a rush as if she was speaking her heart.

Lysander's dark gaze turned icy, his temples throbbing in anger, "And you want shares of the Sinclair Group too? Your ambition is like an endless hole! You want a life of luxury without working, huh? Get rid of that greedy mindset; you won't get a dime!"

His icy breath brushed against her face, chilling her to the bone.

He let go of her face and walked away.

Thalassa watched his retreating figure; her breath was hitching in her throat.

She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart, "I am who I am. If you can't stand it, just let me go. I promise I won't cling to you."

Lysander stopped in his tracks, glancing back at her. She was panting, her face determined and stubborn.