The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1217

In the Fortune Restaurant.

This time, Callum didn’t opt for a private booth. Instead, he took a seat at one of the diner’s tables in the main eating area, the hum of conversation and clinking of cutlery surrounding them. Once settled, he flagged down a waitress and started to order their meal.

Thalassa eyed him curiously. “Mr. Gordon, is there something urgent you wanted to tell me?” she asked. Throughout their car ride earlier, he’d managed to sidestep any serious conversation.

A gentle smile played on Callum’s lips. “I’d much prefer if you called me Callum,” he replied with an affable warmth.

Thalassa felt a tinge of embarrassment. She had called him Callum at their first encounter out of surprise, without thinking too much. Now that she was collected, she leaned towards using “Mr. Gordon” as it seemed more polite and more proper.

In an attempt to mask her awkwardness, Thalassa picked up her cup of coffee and took a sip, feeling the warmth of the diner’s signature blend.

discomfort, Callum didn’t press the issue. He cradled his own coffee cup, seemingly absorbed in the simple act of holding it. His casual and natural gestures complemented the

to meet today is

never before spoken to her about his personal life. Their interactions had always revolved around their mutual acquaintance,

was foolish for what she did, to say the least. I’d like to apologize on her behalf,” Callum

why would you apologize for

habit, but remembering his earlier

her off guard. How could Callum

her confusion, Callum explained,

She’d never known about the connection

with him started partly because of her,” Callum continued, delving into the tale of how he and Leopold met, grew to know

out. Eventually, I met Leopold and was impressed by his determination. We were both in the throes of starting our own ventures, shared common goals