Chapter 222

Another colleague nudged her arm lightly, warning. “Don’t shoot your mouth off.”

“I’m not just blabbering; these were Thalassa’s own words. Plus, you see, just yesterday Thalassa was scrubbing floors like the rest of us. Then after work, Mr. Sinclair himself drove her off for overtime, and t he next day, boom! She’s Mr. Sinclair’s personal assistant. With her climbing the ladder this fast, it’s jus t a matter of time before she’s in upper management or even owns a piece of the company.”

Daryl was so jealous that her eyes were practically glowing green.

She’d honestly thought when Mr. Sinclair had Thalassa get in his car yesterday, it was to clean another office, scrub toilets, or something.

She had no idea her overtime meant this.

She stopped in her tracks, leaning on her mop, looking all pitiful. “When will Mr. Sinclair ever notice me? I’m not half bad either.”

Another colleague chuckled, “There’s a big difference between you and Thalassa. Thalassa’s pure and charming, the type that men fall head over heels for.”

“What about me?” Daryl grumbled.

“You, my dear, are the type women fall for.”

They kept yakking away, completely oblivious to the person still standing in front of the reception desk i n the lobby.

Faye, overhearing their chatter, shot them a withering look.

Cherry, the receptionist, gave a discreet cough to alert them.

Hearing the cough, Daryl turned around and was met with a stare as cold as ice.

The woman had a commanding, ice–cold, and intimidating presence.

Daryl was instantly silenced, hanging her head low, dropping the subject, and going back to mopping th e floor.

Faye gave Cherry a nod, then stepped into the elevator.

She didn’t head to the top floor but went to the executive level to verify what Daryl had been saying.

The news traveled faster than she’d thought.

The entire executive level knew what Thalassa had been bragging about.

The executives were not pleased with this woman, but Thalassa was the personal assistant handpicke d by the president himself.

Faced with Thalassa’s enormous ambition, these top brass could only fume in silence, not daring to voi ce their anger.

“Murray, don’t worry; I’ll call Zephyr right away and tell him what’s going on with the company,” Faye re assured Murray once she had checked things out.

Murray had been with the Sinclair Group for ages and he’d been there since Zephyr took charge.

When it came to Zephyr’s grandson Lysander’s turn to take over, he was still there.

He’d never seen a woman this power–hungry.

He was genuinely afraid that Lysander would hand over the company that had been painstakingly built up by generations to some woman of unknown origins, just because of a crush.

Faye called Zephyr, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then got straight to the point.

“Grandpa Zephyr, I’m at the company right now; you might not know what’s going on here.” Faye’s voic e was gentle and respectful.

Zephyr asked, “What’s going on?”

Faye seized the opportunity to spill the beans. “Last night, Lysander personally drove Thalassa home fr om the company and they had an overnight ‘overtime‘ session. This morning. Thalassa is Lysander’s personal assistant. Thalassa’s gotten a taste of the good life, and she’s become arrogant and disrespec tful, even openly stating that if she can’t be Lysander’s wife, she’ll be a top executive at the Sinclair Gro up, and she also wants a share of the Sinclair Group.”

Anyone with half a brain would know what “overtime session” meant.

Wasn’t this hinting at a special arrangement between the two of them?

Lysander was actually this smitten by a woman!

Zephyr was already furious, and Faye’s words made him even more angry.

However, he couldn’t just take Faye’s word for it, he was somewhat skeptical, asking. “How did you fin d out about this?”

Faye explained, “Thalassa was so smug she blurted it out to her colleagues, and they spread the news arou nd. Now the whole company knows about it. Murray, you tell Zephyr.”

Faye handed the phone to Murray.

Murray took the phone, looking worried, and said solemnly, “Zephyr, it’s true. In the seven years since L ysander took over the Sinclair Group, he’s always been steady. He can’t lose himself over a woman an d ruin the whole Sinclair Group.”

This statement made things very serious.

This was no longer a minor affair between a man and a woman.

This was like a king being bewitched by a beauty and neglecting his duties.

This was a disaster for the nation and its people.