The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Zephyr's move was a real stroke of genius, pulling the rug out from under them. Rosalind couldn't help but feel a secret thrill, though she kept her face neutral.

"It's my fault, really," she said, "I've overworked you. Once we're back, you should just rest."

Lysander didn't say a word, and Rosalind, picking up on the cue, fell silent as well.

Thalassa had already turned down Callum, insisting she didn't need a ride from him. But he was adamant about taking her home.

It was her own fault for not driving today. Thinking she might indulge in a few drinks, she had opted for a cab ride to avoid driving under the influence. Little did she know, this would become Callum's excuse to offer her a ride back.

Sitting in the backseat, Thalassa watched the scenery flash by in reverse through the window.

Callum, behind the wheel, occasionally glanced at her through the rear-view mirror. Noting her melancholic gaze out the window and the furrow in her brow, he said, "It's been three years, but you seem even thinner than before."

His words, floating in the quiet of the car, pulled Thalassa back to the moment. She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and replied, "I'm about the same, actually. But you, you've recovered well, looking even more dashing."

"Thanks for the compliment," Callum said, a smile in his eyes. "How are things with you and Lysander?"

back to the window, reluctant

to lurch forward. She quickly steadied herself

ahead. The road's blocked," Callum

Thalassa saw that a car had hit a pedestrian, who now lay on the ground, while the driver had stopped and was trying to negotiate with the injured party. However, the negotiation wasn't going smoothly, causing a traffic

to a halt, a line

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driver tried to reason with the person on the ground, offering to take them to the hospital for a comprehensive check-up and cover all medical expenses. However, the person refused to

car horns filled the

"Ma'am, my driver has already offered to take you to the hospital for a full check-up. We'll cover any medical

I know you're not in cahoots with the doctors? They might say I'm fine. Then, if I get sick later, who do I turn to?" The person on the ground was a woman, her voice loud and clear despite her disheveled and dirty appearance. Her face

like you're hurt that badly to warrant fifty thousand, does it?" the passenger

could see clearly that the