The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

The moment Thalassa dialed the number, a phone rang just a stone's throw away. The timing was so impeccable that she couldn't help but follow the sound. She saw David approaching. Quickly hanging up, Thalassa said, "Oh, you made it. Mr. Sinclair is ready to head back. Could you give him a lift?"

David glanced at Lysander and saw his chiseled features stiffen, his eyes locked onto Thalassa. It was clear what his boss wanted. Ever the perceptive one, David caught on immediately and said, "Ms. Everhart, we're headed the same way. Why don't you join us?" "No need, I'll just grab an Uber back," Thalassa replied before walking toward the street.

David wanted to call after her, but her decision seemed final, leaving him speechless.

He awkwardly turned to Lysander, scratching his head, "Mr. Sinclair, should I, maybe, try and get Ms. Everhart to come with us?" Lysander's handsome face was cold and tense. "No need."

It was clear Thalassa wanted nothing more to do with him. Before his coma, they had agreed to part ways, free of any debts to each other. She had willingly taken care of him for three years, even ensuring he received the best medical care, all to repay a life-saving debt.

Now that he was awake, her obligation was fulfilled.

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had said it before his coma-that from then on, they owed

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wheeled himself toward the car, leaving David worried for both him and Thalassa but understanding that in matters of the heart, only the people involved can truly make a

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go to her check-ups alone; it's too risky. As her husband, you should be there for her. It's not easy to welcome a child into the world, so make sure nothing goes wrong this time," Zephyr advised Payton, emphasizing

filled the air, "The Sinclair Group is swamped right now, with several projects just kicking off. I barely have a moment to spare