The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1582

Hearing the question, Thalassa also turned her head to look at Donovan, sharing the same puzzled expression.

"Your designs, one bought by the Crawley Group, the other by the Sinclair Group. You're both in charge of crucial communication. If not you, then who should greet them?" Donovan's reasoning was indisputable.

However, she was always good at finding a different angle to argue from.

"We're designers, not part of the hospitality team. Find someone else," she said with firm resolve.

Donovan's demeanor softened, almost pleading as he smiled at her. "Come on, it's because of your brilliance that the company got to work with both the Crawley Group and the Sinclair Group. You're our lucky charm. When we have important guests, of course, it's more presentable to have our lucky charm greet them."

She rolled her eyes at Donovan. "Lucky charm, huh? Seems like you've forgotten who wanted to fire me before."

Donovan was the type to change his stance with the wind, a trait she disliked, but since he was her boss, she'd been tolerating him while keeping a pleasant facade.

Now, seeing Donovan trying to charm her into welcoming the Crawley Group, she was disgusted and despised him even more.

", you're not one to hold grudges, right? I was wrong before, and I apologize. If I ever talk about firing you again, I'll step down as manager myself!" Donovan stood up straight, making a solemn promise.

Before she could respond, Donovan added, "Miss, our little lucky charm, the representatives from the Crawley Group and the Sinclair Group will be here any minute. Please, just agree to welcome them..."

Neglecting the representatives of the Crawley Group and the Sinclair Group was akin to offending both entities, a mistake Donovan could not afford.

Being called 'Miss' by Donovan made her feel somewhat satisfied; she wasn't trying to make things difficult for him intentionally, but she couldn't stand his bullying demeanor.

Besides, she didn't want to lose her job. With a child to support and bills to pay, she couldn't afford to be petty.

"Alright, let's go greet them," she conceded, knowing when to pick her battles.

Alaric caught the looks from the corner of his eye, his lips curving into a mischievous smirk, clearly pleased with the effect he had.

Following him was David, dressed in a black shirt and trousers, the typical attire of someone from Lysander's professional circle, all in black.

Standing next to Alaric, David seemed quite ordinary.

Seeing Alaric made her breath catch slightly, her nervousness palpable.

Just that morning, she had rejected Alaric's advances, and now encountering him in a professional setting, she couldn't help but mix personal feelings with work.

Just the sight of Alaric, with his charming bad-boy vibe, made her heart flutter uncontrollably.

She instinctively stepped back, only to have her hand caught. Turning around, she met Thalassa's encouraging gaze, urging her to hold her ground and not to run away.