The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

He always spoke with a hint of a smile, his words slow and deliberate, exuding a kind of genteel politeness that made it difficult for anyone to take offense. It felt like if you were too harsh with him, you'd only be in the wrong.

"Mr. Gordon came to talk business with Thalassa, but why didn't he call her first? She's gone off the radar, and we can't find her anywhere," Hertha said, worry lining her voice.

"What? Thalassa is missing?" Callum's usual smile faded into a look of concern and apprehension. He quickly pulled out his smartphone and dialed Thalassa's number. The phone rang, breaking the tense silence.

Inside, Thalassa, who had just woken up, realized her phone had died. She had just plugged it in and powered it back on when the call came through. She answered.

Callum's voice, filled with worry, came through: "Thalassa, where are you? Are you alright?"

answered! Where have you been? You had us scared to death." Hertha's urgency and the hint of tears in her voice tugged at Thalassa's heartstrings. "I'm at home. My phone died,"

hung up, realizing she was holding Callum's

I understand how you feel," Callum reassured

of them standing there, a

arms with Thalassa in a sisterly fashion, "I rang the doorbell so many

the extent of Hertha's worry, Thalassa apologized, "I was sleeping deeply, didn't hear

voice still shaky. Thalassa