The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482 

Bruce usually wouldn’t be given the privilege to participate in such a high-level meeting. 

He was recenth 

promoted to the level of a general manager, so he had the opportunity to be part of the company’s upper echelons. 

This was his first time attending such a meeting. 

He hoped things would go smoothly. Even if he couldn’t impress the chairman, he wanted to avoid making mistakes at least. 

However, shortly after the meeting began, Lysander, the big shot, arrived. 

His aura and authority were so overpowering that even their boss seemed to hold him in high regard. 

To Bruce’s surprise and delight, the person accompanying Lysander was Thalassa! 

He glanced happily at Thalassa, only to see a bandage on her face. She was injured. 

This revelation made his heart skip a beat. Did Lysander hurt Thalassa? 

If so, where did Thalassa stand in Lysander’s heart? 

As everyone held their breath, Lysander sauntered over and took his seat at the head of the conference table, the boss’s chair. 

His movements were nonchalant, regal, and authoritative. No one dared to question 

Chad’s smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly resumed his obsequious demeanor and stood by Lysander’s side. 

Lysander’s slender fingers picked up the documents on the table and he started to read. His chilling voice was intimidating. 

“Gourmet competition debrief, a commendation session, huh?” 

He tossed the file on the table and gave Chad a cold glance. 

Chad was trembling, clueless as to why Lysander was here. 

All he knew was that Lysander was giving a frosty aura. 

It was so oppressive that it felt hard to breathe. 

Lysander’s arrival was definitely due to some irritation. 

“Mr. Sinclair, as the biggest investor in the gourmet competition, we welcome your guidance, Chad flattered. 

Lysander took a cigarette from his pocket and placed it in his mouth, reaching for his lighter. 

Chad quickly offered his own lighter, trying to ingratiate himself by lighting Lysander’s cigarette. 

Lysander gave him a cold, sidelong glance. 

The icy stare frightened Chad, who immediately extinguished the flame and stood straight, distancing himself from Lysander. 

Lysander lit his cigarette nonchalantly; he took a drag, and the smoke billowed around his handsome, icy face. 

Being ignored and rejected in front of all his employees was humiliating for Chad. 

But there was nothing he could do. The man sitting in his chair was Lysander, the head of Starhaven, a man of immense wealth and power, radiating an aura of nobility. 

Chad, the small company boss, was not even fit to shine his shoes, let alone light his cigarette.