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.

his own coffee cup, seemingly absorbed in the simple act

to meet today is

about his personal life. Their interactions had always revolved around their mutual acquaintance, Leopold

to apologize

would you apologize

started to default to “Mr. Gordon” out of habit,

seriousness indeed caught her off guard. How could Callum be apologizing for

explained, “Debby’s my cousin.”

She’d never known about the connection

because of her,” Callum continued, delving into the tale of how he and

was abroad too, she asked me to help him out. Eventually, I met