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?"

between Thalassa and Hertha, clearly hoping for

to say something when Hertha quickly interjected, "Mr. Gordon, it's a girls' night out. We've got loads of girly stuff to talk about. Boys

steered that way, Callum and Alaric didn't have much

look, chuckling,

for Alaric

clearly annoyed, just glanced at him and

be off then." Callum bid Thalassa goodbye and made his

at

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

evening, it

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

beer, her 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

trying to cheer her up. Even though she hadn't mentioned

understood her

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