The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 950

Richard was about to speak, but Thalassa beat him to it. “Richard, you guys go on ahead. I can catch a cab back home,” she said. She could tell that Charlotte meant the world to Richard. Whenever he looked at Charlotte, his eyes would soften with affection.

When you like someone, it’s impossible to hide the fondness in your gaze.

Thalassa didn’t want to be the reason for any discord between Richard and Charlotte.

With that, she walked to the curb to wait for a ride.

Seeing Charlotte’s outright refusal to let him drive Thalassa home, even threatening to cut ties with him, and Thalassa’s insistence on not being chauffeured by him, Richard gave in. With a mix of exasperation and endearment, he said to Charlotte, “I can never win with you. When will you ever change that stubborn streak of yours?”

“If changed, would I still be Charlotte?” she retorted with a roll of her eyes.

Richard found himself at a loss for words. Yet, he pondered, if Charlotte were to lose that naive, adorably clueless part of her, would she still be the Charlotte he knew?

said, giving up on the debate about driving Thalassa as he took the lead towards his car. Charlotte glanced back at Thalassa, who was still waiting at the curb, then followed Richard, her heels clicking on the pavement. She had come with Richard’s car today, and the feeling of having someone by her side attentively cater to her every

as Richard drove off with Charlotte, the car disappearing near the café.

her attention back to the stream of taxis, all showing their occupied lights. As Richard had

wait, confident that a ride would

around her waist from behind. Startled, she struggled, but the person’s other hand pressed a cloth over her mouth.

her nostrils and filled her lungs. She tried to expel the

stranger was strong,

to scream for help, but her

weaken, her head to

recalled the events before she passed out, sending a wave

light, and then she heard a