The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa knew it, Rosalind was targeting her.

Despite being engaged to Lysander, Rosalind still saw her as a thorn in her side.

Thalassa maintained a polite and professional smile as she responded, "I've had to fend for myself since I was young, hustling through life. I had to drop out of college to take care of four kids. When they got older, I managed to squeeze in three years of night classes. Of course, my time was limited. How could I possibly compare to those born with a silver spoon, never worrying about their next meal, getting everything they ever wanted handed to them on a silver platter?"

Thalassa's words were a perfect retort to Rosalind's snide remarks, dignified yet poignant, resonating with those who understood the undertones of her struggle.

Lysander's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, his deep gaze flickering towards Thalassa, a hint of emotion swirling in his eyes.

She never mentioned the three years she spent taking care of him, which had undoubtedly set back her career ambitions.

Yet, she never used it to gain favor in his eyes.

In contrast, Rosalind, who hadn't cared for him for even a day, had been abroad studying when he needed help. She rushed back home only when he was about to wake up, claiming she had been the one by his side for three years, shamelessly taking credit for Thalassa's sacrifice.

Thalassa's humility, Rosalind's selfishness

for Lysander, it was Thalassa's unassuming nature that irked

shifted his gaze away,

on her breath, caught off guard by Thalassa's words. She quickly looked at Thalassa, ready to lash back, but then she saw the way

a dagger to Rosalind's heart, causing her a sharp

to

recover, then swallowed the anger Thalassa's words had sparked, saying, "If your mother had been more reputable, maybe you wouldn't

on her mother, insinuating that Thalassa

eyes shooting daggers at Rosalind, the atmosphere turning icy, ready

a bottle of water, handing it to Rosalind with a low, magnetic voice, "The air's dry, watch your

Rosalind, feeling unexpectedly

her a bottle of water,