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 Thalassa and Hertha, clearly hoping for

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

Callum and Alaric didn't have much choice but to

Alaric a look, chuckling,

for Alaric to lead

just glanced at him and left on

be off then." Callum

reassuringly at

and the food truck area was bustling

six or seven in the evening, it

enjoying their meals without the stiff formalities of high society.

line, they're not much help to women. We can live just as fabulously on our own.

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

understood her

"You're right. I should focus