The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa, with Lydia in tow, made her way to the grand entrance of the Royal Estates. The sight of two security guards stationed at the gate was no surprise. As Thalassa approached, ready to explain her presence and ask them to inform Lysander of their arrival, the guards bowed slightly, saying, "Ms. Everhart, please, after you..."

Their respectful demeanor took Thalassa aback. These were the same guards who, not so long ago, had unceremoniously tossed her belongings outside the estate, coldly informing her that she was no longer welcome at Royal Estates.

Now, their attitude had done a complete one-eighty, treating her with such politeness and respect that it was almost disorienting. Thalassa guessed this change of heart must've been Lysander's doing. With the misunderstanding cleared, he must have issued new instructions regarding her.

Being welcomed back into Royal Estates felt reassuring.

Holding Lydia's hand firmly, Thalassa led her past the guards without any resistance. They walked through the manicured garden, reaching the open doors of the Royal Estates mansion. As they stepped inside, Thalassa was immediately struck by the scene unfolding before her.

his handsome face set in a grim expression. He was turned away from the door, allowing Thalassa a view of

engagement now? Aren't you worried it'll just make things worse for him?" Rosalind pleaded, a single tear trailing down her cheek. "Joshua's tougher than that," Lysander replied,

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freely now. She clung to the wheelchair, her knuckles white from the strain. "Is it because you don't find me attractive? Grandpa Zephyr and my dad, they both wanted this marriage for us. Marry me, and the Whitman Group

a look that silenced rooms. "I don't need

argument. He was a man who didn't rely