The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"You made it to the semifinals, congrats!" Hertha's voice bubbled with excitement as she relayed the fantastic news to Thalassa.

"Thank you," Thalassa replied, her smile audible even through the phone.

"Hey, how about we celebrate tonight?" Hertha suggested, about to propose hitting up a local BBQ joint before the memory of their last misadventure made her swallow her words. "Let's skip it. It's pretty late, and it's not exactly safe out. How about we save the big celebration for when you snag the championship?" Hertha offered.

"Alright, I'll give it my all," Thalassa didn't hold back, knowing well that she planned to leave nothing on the table for this competition.

Hertha was about to continue the conversation when the doorbell rang, cutting her off. "Someone's at the door, gotta hang up," she told Thalassa before ending the call. Opening the door, Hertha was greeted by the sight of her parents, a surprise that brought a wide smile to her face. "Dad, Mom, you're here!"

"Mummy!"

"Mummy!"

adorably tender voices called out from below. Looking down, Hertha's heart melted at the sight of

pure love and

on each of their cheeks, filled with maternal

eat my dinner," Helena's sweet, childlike voice said before she planted a soft kiss on

baby powder filled the air, and Julian's gentle peck brought a spark of joy to Hertha's heart. "I missed you too, Mommy," he murmured, his little lips puckered in

sorry, my loves.

grandpa's," Hertha spoke

cute stories about their time with their grandparents, Kimberly caught a glimpse of a exiting the elevator across the ball. Tall, with striking features, he

opposite Hertha's, unt