The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric grabbed Hertha's hand, ready to lead the way.

Hertha yanked herself back, shaking off his grip with a look of disdain. "Oh, please, let's just go by ourselves. If you come along and start acting all high and mighty, we'll have to babysit you the whole time, which will ruin our appetite."

With a laugh, she looped her arm through Thalassa's. "It'll just be us girls, free and easy. We can chat about whatever we want. How great is that?"

Alaric opened his mouth to protest, but Hertha cut him off, "Zip it, will you?"

Alaric: ".

"

She called him delicate, and he couldn't even argue back?

As Hertha and Thalassa took a few steps, Hertha suddenly paused, turning to address Callum still lounging on the sofa. "Mr. Gordon, you should head back. Thalassa will ring you up once her designs are ready. No need to swing by her place."

Callum stood up. "You're hitting a food truck and not inviting me?"

gleaming with a hint of mischief, flitted between

when Hertha quickly interjected, "Mr. Gordon, it's a girls' night out. We've got loads of

the conversation steered that way, Callum and Alaric didn't have much choice but to back

gave Alaric a look, chuckling,

for Alaric to lead the

annoyed, just glanced at him

Callum bid Thalassa goodbye and

smiling reassuringly at Thalassa, took her arm, and they

and the food truck

in the evening, it was peak

sitting around, chatting and laughing heartily, enjoying their meals without the stiff formalities of high society. It

voice bubbly and uplifting. "Thalassa, forget about men. Aside from continuing the family line, they're not much help to women. We can live just as fabulously on our own. Let men be like leaves in the

to cheer her up. Even though she hadn't mentioned a word about the news, Thalassa knew she had seen

understood her

comfort. "You're right.