The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Um, well..." Donovan stuttered. He was glancing nervously between Lysander and Alaric and was unable to string his words together coherently. He definitely didn't have the nerve to bet with Lysander. Lysander's wealth was leagues beyond his own - he was just a humble manager, not in a position to gamble away his savings.

Lysander, with a look of disdain, briefly turned his deep-set gaze towards Alaric and said, "Do you think everyone's as keen on betting over everything as you are?"

Alaric's lips twitched, "Fine, you guys watch the game. I'm off to ride with Ethan."

Alaric cast a longing glance at Lysander's legs.

If only Lysander wasn't confined to a wheelchair, they could have witnessed his impressive horsemanship.

Unfortunately, with Lysander's current condition, that spectacle was off the table.

Alaric and Ethan headed towards the racetrack, with David wheeling Lysander in the same direction. Politely turning back, David invited Donovan, "Donovan, care to join us?" "Oh, yes, of course..." Donovan, flattered by the invitation, hurriedly grabbed his briefcase and got up.

At the racecourse.

of Thalassa, she asked, "Thalassa, do I look cool or what in this outfit?" "Absolutely dashing,"

too. Growing up, I always admired those heroic knights on their steeds in the movies. Now it's finally my turn," Hertha said

be careful," Hertha assured her, then

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

the horse. With a gentle flick of the reins, the horse took

the horse started moving, Hertha leaned

Thalassa's heart skipped a beat

moment, Hertha regained her balance, sat upright, and started to guide the horse with the reins in

more comfortable with the reins, Thalassa's heart finally settled

deep bond," a deep,

tensed up again. Turning around, she saw Lysander