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?"

flitted between Thalassa and Hertha, clearly hoping for

girls' night out. We've got loads of girly stuff to talk about. Boys

way, Callum and Alaric

gave Alaric a look, chuckling,

Alaric to

clearly annoyed, just glanced at

dinner, I'll be off then." Callum bid Thalassa goodbye

Hertha, smiling reassuringly at Thalassa,

night was alive with neon lights, and the food truck area was

six or seven in the evening, it was peak time,

and laughing heartily, enjoying their meals without the stiff formalities of high society. It was all about doing

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

hadn't mentioned

her current

beer, Thalassa accepted Hertha's comfort. "You're right. I should