The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 755

Chapter 755 

“Mr. Ethan is pushing me for the contract. We gotta hurry up.” Betty’s words were rushed; her expression was fraught with anxiety as well. 

She wanted to make a good impression in front of Ethan to get another chance to be close to him. 

“I’ll ask in the afternoon,” Thalassa replied. 

“Don’t wait for this afternoon. Just go now!” Betty was impatient. 

“But I still have work to do…” 

“I’ll do it for you,” Betty immediately took the files from Thalassa’s hands with a look of encouragement on her face. “When you successfully sign the contract, I’ll treat you to a nice dinner.” 

“Alright, I’ll go now,” Thalassa agreed. 

After all, she had eaten her breakfast and promised her to ask if the contract could be signed. Since she had promised, she would do her best. Thalassa took the contract and arrived at the Sinclair group. 

After explaining her purpose to the receptionist, the lady happily told Thalassa after she called David, “You can go and see Mr. Sinclair now.” “Okay. Thank you.” 

“Why thank me? It’s just my job.” 

Thalassa took the elevator up to the highest floor, where David was waiting for her. 

“Ms. Everhart, we meet again.” 

“Indeed, David. Is Mr. Sinclair in a good mood today?” Thalassa asked casually as she walked with David. 

David remained silent. 

“What’s wrong?” Thalassa asked, curious. 

“Ms. Everhart, I dare not answer your questions lightly. If it’s another trap, I might fall into it without even realizing,” David said. 

“Um, I’m sorry, David. I was just under pressure.” Thalassa scratched her hair in her embarrassment. 

“Here is the CEO’s office. Please go in,” David said, standing at the door with a respectful tone. 

“Thank you, David. I’ll treat you to lunch sometime.” Thalassa responded with a polite smile. 

David nodded slightly without saying anything and left. 

Thalassa retracted her gaze. She took a deep breath, prepared herself mentally, and knocked on the door. 

“Come in,” a deep voice sounded. 

Thalassa walked into Lysander Sinclair’s office where he sat in a handcrafted black suit. He was exuding an aura of wealth, elegance, and authority. He was reviewing some documents. 

Thalassa took a deep breath and approached the desk, stopping a few inches away, “Mr. Sinclair, I’m Thalassa, Ethan Crawley’s secretary. The Crawley Group has a project which they would like to collaborate on with the Sinclair Group.”