When the Sinclair group paid up for the design, the deal was fairly split with Thalassa.

Thalassa and Hertha were about to dive into a whirlwind of activity. Selling their design was just the tip of the iceberg; they also had to work closely with the buyer's company, helping them turn the designs into actual pieces of jewelry.

On their way back, Hertha couldn't help but ask Thalassa, "Thalassa, is there really no chance of you and Lysander getting back together? I mean, when he was signing the contract today, he barely glanced at you."

Thalassa sighed, a touch of melancholy in her voice, "His fiancée now is Rosalind, and they're thick as thieves. Any more contact between us, and I'd just be stirring up trouble... I can't be the wedge driving them apart."

Or else, it would be like giving someone the perfect excuse to take her out. She hadn't even seen her kids yet; she wasn't ready to die. Being a thorn in Lysander's side was a scary thought. "Ah, I really feel for you, but there's not much I can do," Hertha sighed.

Before Lysander woke up from his slumber, Hertha had been daydreaming about a happy ending between Thalassa and Lysander, especially after everything they'd been through together.

But the moment Lysander woke up and immediately kicked Thalassa out of Royal Estates, announcing his relationship with Rosalind, Hertha was dumbfounded and furious with Lysander. But what could she do, being a small voice in a vast world?

you can't rely on men, only a career can

managed a smile

come over to Hertha's place, bringing ingredients for a classic barbecue to celebrate

been empty for a while, but now movers were

stiffened at the familiar voice. Peering through the open door, she caught sight of a man with a charismatic aura and those unmistakable, fox-like

Her breath hitched, "Alaric!"

couldn't help exclaiming his

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around and was equally surprised to see Hertha and Thalassa. He stepped out, "Hertha, Thalassa, you guys...' Noticing the groceries in their hands, he quickly put two and two together, "Oh, Hertha, you live on this floor? Having a barbecue tonight, can I crash?" Hearing Alaric's request to join

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