The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

After finishing reading the documents, Lysander glanced at his watch.

It was already half past five, the end of the working day. He made an internal call to the HR department.

“Please send me Thalassa’s home address.”

The HR manager, hearing Lysander’s voice, was surprised and somewhat worried, and she asked, “Mr. Sinclair, do you mean Thalassa from the cleaning department?”

Usually, she had to deal with a ton of employee data every day, so she didn’t remember specific employee details.

However, the recent buzz about the love triangle between Lysander, Faye, and Thalassa from the cleaning department had made Thalassa’s name stick in her mind.

She was still unsure if Lysander was actually calling her for the home address of a regular cleaner.

“Yes.”

After getting Lysander’s confirmation, the HR manager quickly replied, “Alright, Mr. Sinclair, I’ll send the address right away.”

Soon enough, Thalassa’s home address was sent to Lysander’s phone.

Lysander drove to Thalassa’s place.

This woman. Thalassa, worked in the cleaning department every day, often facing exclusion and schemes.

She would rather take on the task of cleaning the company’s restrooms than resign. She stood her ground at the Sinclair group, trying her best to attract him.

He wanted to see what kind of environment had shaped her unyielding character.

It was an old neighborhood; the exterior of the houses had turned yellow. Thalassa lived on the third floor, and the building had no elevator, only stairs.

The iron railings in the stairwell had rusted, and each apartment door was plastered with leaflets

Lysander stepped inside.

The floor had just been mapped, the mop was still leaning on the sofa, and a bucket of dirty water was in the middle of the living room. Astrid immediately picked up the mop and moved the bucket aside, gesturing warmly, “Sir, please sit. The couch is clean; I just changed the cushion.”

This man was spotless in an expensive black suit, exuding an air of elegance and nobility.

One look and you could tell he was wealthy and high-status, living a life of comfort.

Astrid was afraid she might dirty his clothes.

Just now, Evelyn had taken the four children to the square to dance.

She was at home cleaning. The house was usually full of children’s toys, which she had just put away. The couch cushion had been washed in the moming, and with the ample sunshine today, the cushion had dried quickly.