Babel Novel
Chapter 88
Thalassa got startled, instantly pushing Lysander away and sliding off him. She tidied up her clothes
while her face was full of embarrassment, “Mr. Sinclair, I’ll come and clean up later; I don’t want to
disturb your meal.”
She hurriedly left, running out of the office even before Faye.
Faye shot Alaric an annoyed look; he sure loved watching a good show.
Feeling embarrassed yet unwilling, she also left the office.
Alaric’s smile was ambiguous and amusing. He placed the lunch box on the office desk, saying to
Lysander, “Lysander, why do I feel like I’m the one disturbing your meal?”
Lysander shot him a chilly look, “You’re quite self-aware.”
Alaric’s laughter grew louder; he leaned in closer and said, “How about I call them back?”
Lysander’s gaze could kill, “Dr. Everest’s anesthesia is getting less and less effective, I need to import
some from abroad, something that can shut someone up for half a year.”
Alaric immediately shut up, “I’ll keep my mouth shut. A man needs food, so hurry up and eat.”
Speaking about Lysander’s personal affairs came with a price.
Alaric had learned his lesson and didn’t want to be anesthetized again.
After swiftly exiting the CEO’s office, Thalassa was about to take the elevator to the janitorial break
room.
“Thalassa!” Faye called out to her. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.
Thalassa turned around. She watched her walk over and curiously asked, “Faye, what’s up?”
Faye was wearing a professional women’s suit – a short skirt that hugged her hips and a blouse that
was unbuttoned two buttons down. She wasn’t as disheveled as before, but there were obviously
traces of her desperately trying to get close to Lysander in the office.
She walked up to Thalassa. Her face was aloof and had a sense of superiority. Her icy lips curled in
mockery, “You’re just a little cleaner, do you think Mr. Sinclair would be interested in you? He was just
doing that to make me mad.”
Faye was intentionally humiliating Thalassa.
Thalassa felt a lump in her throat.
What was wrong with being a cleaner? She was earning her money with her own hands and
capabilities. What she was doing was quite honorable!
She gave Faye a typical fake office smile, but her eyes were sharp, “Mr. Sinclair would rather use me, a
cleaner, to piss you off than do anything to you. You know what that means.”
The elevator just arrived, and Thalassa walked in after finishing her sentence. The elevator doors
closed, and it went down.
Faye was so angry that her face became distorted. Thalassa actually said she wasn’t even as good as
a little cleaner!
She was just a little cleaner, so how dare she have the audacity to talk back?!
Faye’s resentment and anger towards Thalassa deepened.
She huffed and turned back to the office.
Thalassa stayed in the janitorial break room all afternoon, too afraid to go clean Lysander’s office in
case she bumped into him and felt awkward.