The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa had been swamped lately, pouring her soul into designing drafts and competing. She hadn't even thought to check in with Lydia. "Lysander, the turnout today is insane, just look at the sea of contestants," Rosalind struck up a conversation, trying to break the ice.

Her words were bubbling with excitement, yet no reply came. Snapping back to reality, she turned to Lysander, only to find him staring intently in a particular direction, his gaze deep and thoughtful, as if he was lost in something profound.

Curiosity piqued, Rosalind followed his gaze, and her eyes landed on Thalassa, seated in a spot that was hard to miss!

Even from the back and side, Rosalind recognized her instantly. Thalassa's pure aura was unmistakable. Her slightly chubby cheeks, her skin glowing like the moon, and her hair tied in the simplest ponytail made her look innocently youthful, almost like a high schooler!

Even Rosalind, another woman, couldn't help but steal more glances, let alone a man?

Seeing Thalassa, Rosalind's previously buoyant mood plummeted, a wave of irritation surging within her.

Her breathing became erratic, and her eyes darkened with jealousy and anger as she glared at Thalassa, her grip tightening on the armrests of her wheelchair.

in the VIP section, right this way, please," the event organizer invited

the VIP seats were right next to Thalassa, separated only by an

already swirling with jealousy and rage, she now had to sit next to

told the organizer, "This spot is too busy. If someone bumps into

apologies, I wasn't thinking. Mr. Sinclair, my apologies. How about that spot over there? It's

fixed on the

head-nodding and bowing only to receive a two-word response from

Lysander, "I'm just thinking of

is about to start," Lysander interrupted, motioning for her

herself unable to voice them, feeling stifled but forced to maintain a facade of grace and poise

let me know if you need anything," the