The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335 

Evelyn shot her a disgruntled glance, “Girl, where on earth did you get such a careless streak?” 

Thalassa stepped out, hailed a cab, and headed for the Everglade Hotel. 

In room 2032, Isabella was helping Leopold out of his coat and even his shirt. Her fingers lightly brushed over his firm abs, clearly outlined and brimming with masculine charm. 

Her heart was racing, and her throat was feeling parched. 

She wanted him so badly. 

Bloody period, never on time, and had to show up now of all times. 

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If it weren’t for that, even if she were hurt, she’d bear the pain and plunge into a passionate moment with Leopold. 

But now, she could only push him towards Thalassa. 

Isabella was both resentful and angry, and she despised Thalassa! 

In this whirlwind of emotions, her hatred for Thalassa was the driving force. 

She was determined to ruin Thalassa! 

Regretfully, Isabella withdrew her hand and then helped Leopold out of his pants. 

It was half an hour before Thalassa was due to arrive. 

She used Leopold’s phone to send a message to Lysander.” 

[Lysander, I’ve asked my ex Thalassa to come to room 2032 of Everglade Hotel. I’m winning her back tonight.] 

Ever since Isabella learned from Faye that Lysander and Thalassa had a fling, she’d been stalking Lysander online. 

Over the years, Isabella would often text Leopold. Partly because she was smitten by his good looks, and partly because he was the youngest heir of the Sinclair family. 

Being a Sinclair, although not a key figure, he was still wealthier and more influential than the average Joe. 

If she couldn’t win over Lysander, she’d go for Leopold. She wouldn’t miss a single opportunity. 

Even though Leopold never responded to her messages, she kept texting him. 

Today, she got hold of his phone for the first time, not to snoop as a girlfriend would, but to sabotage Thalassa! 

Still, she was thrilled. 

To Isabella, as long as Thalassa suffered, didn’t matter if she couldn’t have Leopold. 

At the Sinclair Group, in the CEO’s office. 

Lysander hadn’t left yet. He sat in his black swivel chair, radiating a powerful aura like a king on his throne. 

David walked in, placed a stack of photos on the desk, and reported respectfully, “Mr. Sinclair, these are all of Thalassa’s activities for the day. All the photos are 

here.” 

Lysander straightened up and began to look through the photos. 

At noon, she’d been at the mall, making a jacket for a man in a store! 

In the afternoon, she went to the hospital. 

Bruce held her hand, and his eyes were filled with guilt and fatherly love.