The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"I've had enough!" Rosalind fumed as she thought further. After saying it with her face set in a grim line, she stood up and stormed out.

"Ms. Whitman, about the lunch..." Fitch took a step after her, clearly troubled.

"Just eat it yourselves!" Rosalind tossed back over her shoulder and quickly made her exit from Royal Estates.

Before this visit, she had been lost in a daydream where Lysander was dependent on her and couldn't live without her.

But a trip to Royal Estates today had brutally snapped her back to reality, making it painfully clear that others might chase after Lysander, but he would never need or miss anyone! What was she, Rosalind, in all this?

Thalassa returned to the lounge area, finding Hertha explaining a design concept to Alaric. She took a seat next to Alaric, her finger tracing over a design on the document as she vividly shared her vision and ideas with him, "This necklace, shaped like a star, was inspired by a night when I was walking home and looked up to see a sky full of stars. People always talk about wanting the stars and the moon. So I figured I could design a diamond star necklace straight away. Maybe people will capture the stars and the moon if they wear it."

to Hertha. Her lively and cheerful nature, the spark in her eyes as she spoke about her designs, her optimism and enthusiasm for the future, and the occasional whiff of her perfume that titillated his nose were all drawing him in. His gaze then became fixed on Hertha without himself

and every expression

a night spent together three years ago began to resurface in his

a tightness in his throat, his eyes on Hertha turning intense and

YOUR

was clear what that

was married to Spencer? Why then was he looking at her

not to disturb Alaric and Hertha. Thalassa opened her mouth,

explanation, paused