The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 326

Chapter 326 

Thalassa was totally baffled by David’s logic. 

Why was it that she was the only one who wouldn’t get chewed out if she went to him? 

It seemed like David was overestimating her. 

But it was her job, there was no way to back off. 

Thalassa took the documents and approached the president’s office, knocking on the door first. 

After getting permission, she fearfully walked in. 

Lysander was sitting in the swivel chair of the president, dressed head to toe in a black handmade suit that perfectly melded with the chair, exuding an aura of intimidation as he focused on reading a contract. 

Thalassa felt nervous, swallowing hard as she gently walked over and placed the documents on the desk, “Mr. Sinclair, these are the documents David asked me to bring.” 

Before she could finish, Lysander looked up, his deep eyes cold and ruthless as they settled on her. 

Thalassa’s heart pounded in fear, just one look from him was enough to scare her. 

Lysander reached for the documents, flipping through them before once again looking up at her, his gaze even colder, and then he said, “This document is about a collaboration with Gourmet Competition: Do you think I should sign or not?” 

His deep, icy voice echoed; his seemingly calm tone was filled with an oppressive aura. 

Thalassa felt like she was being squeezed under a mountain of pressure.” 

So, it was a contract for the Gourmet Competition that David had her deliver! 

Was that the same Gourmet Competition her daughter Elowen was participating in? 

Why was Lysander asking her if he should sign it or not? 

She was just a lowly secretary and she had no say in this matter. 

Thalassa gave a little nod, “Mr. Sinclair, you’re the president, your decision will certainly be the right one, I’m just a secretary.” 

She knew the saying, ‘the bird that sticks its head out gets shot first’. 

Besides, she couldn’t just spout off her opinion on this matter, 

As soon as she finished speaking, Lysander’s cold, decisive voice rang out, “I’m asking you to choose, whether to sign or not! You just need to answer yes or no!” 

Lysander’s voice was like a chilling wind, giving Thalassa goosebumps. 

He was adamant, leaving no room for doubt. 

His intense and deep gaze was fixed on her. 

It was like a black hole, if she wasn’t careful, she’d be devoured by the black hole in his eyes. 

The more she looked at those eyes, the more terrified she became. 

Thalassa’s heart was racing; she was torn. 

Lysander kept his gaze on her, forcing her to maintain eye contact as if moving her gaze would result in punishment. 

But maintaining eye contact only made her more afraid. 

It was becoming hard for her to breathe. 

Under his oppressive gaze, Thalassa was forced to make a choice, “Sign?” 

It was a question. 

If Lysander was personally inspecting the site of the Gourmet Competition, maybe it meant he was interested in that project.