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?"

with a hint of mischief, flitted between Thalassa and

Gordon, it's a girls' night out. We've got loads of girly

Callum and Alaric

look, chuckling, "Mr. Falconer, after

gestured for Alaric to lead

at him and left on his

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

free from the guys, Hertha, smiling reassuringly at Thalassa, took her arm,

with neon lights, and the food truck

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

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

about men. Aside from continuing the family line, they're not much help to women. We can

she hadn't mentioned a word about the news, Thalassa knew

her

Hertha's comfort. "You're right. I should focus