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

reason I asked to meet today is a personal matter,” he

to her about his personal life.

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

words, Thalassa stammered, “Mr.-Callum, why would you apologize for Debby? What’s your role

“Mr. Gordon” out of habit, but remembering his earlier request, she

guard. How could Callum be

Callum explained, “Debby’s my cousin.”

She’d never known about the connection between Callum and

with him started partly because of her,” Callum continued, delving into the tale of

him out. Eventually, I met Leopold and