The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1292

“Come on, you can’t just ask ‘why’ right off the bat. You’ve gotta take a guess first,” David chimed in, lightening the mood with the tacit approval of Mr. Sinclair.

He didn’t need to say a word – Mr. Sinclair’s eyes were practically nudging him to pipe up.

“Mom, take a guess. Why do you think David’s turned into such a dark knight?” Thalassa teased, her lips curling into a smile as she nudged Evelyn playfully.

Evelyn had been down in the dumps the whole trip, and Thalassa wanted to cheer her by drawing her into the conversation.

Evelyn lifted her gaze, glanced ahead, then turned to Thalassa, her voice still heavy with emotion, “What else could it be? He’s tanned, obviously.”

David laughed heartily. “Sharp as a tack, you got it in one!”

Thalassa didn’t find the joke all that funny. It was more like dry humor, if you ask her.

me so deeply tan?” David kept his eyes on the

sun of Afriland, where else could you get such a quick tan? Have you looked in the

I’m afraid I wouldn’t see my own face,” David joked

mused, “that we all share the same sun, yet it feels so different depending on where you are? Some places scorch like the Sahara, others are as cold as the Arctic. It’s kinda like people – some are warm as a

Lysander – the man who was as chilly as the metaphorical tundra he was alluding

skipped a beat at David’s words, worried for him.

nerves of steel to openly call Lysander an iceman to his face. Wasn’t he afraid

over David, silent but speaking volumes

the hotter it gets. Mr. Sinclair and Ms. Everhart here must be feeling that heat being so close to each

zip it for you,” Lysander’s cold voice broke

His trip to Afriland seemed to have emboldened him to

dropped the banter and got straight to the point. “Mr. Sinclair, one last thing, I promise, and

it and shut up!” Lysander snapped.