The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

The organizer stepped forward, addressing Thalassa with a tone of compromise. "Ms. Everhart," he began, "let's make a deal. For Mr. Sinclair's sake, we'll let this whole situation slide. It won't go public, and you're still welcome in the design world. How about you gracefully bow out of this competition, as if you never participated? Deal?"

Thalassa's heart clenched, and she immediately refused. "I'm sorry, Cody, but we need to get to the bottom of this issue, and I cannot withdraw from the competition."

If she let this go without contesting, everyone would assume she used cheap plastic to craft jewelry and even accused her of endangering customers with tacky designs. Her reputation would be tarnished beyond repair.

Cody's promise of silence didn't mean the story wouldn't leak. Bad news always has a way of spreading far and wide, a truth known since time immemorial.

She couldn't naively take Cody at his word.

Besides, if she didn't clear the air now, she'd lose any future chance to explain herself.

Now was the best opportunity to prove her innocence. Missing it would mean no amount of damage control could cleanse her name afterward.

choked on his words, frustration evident as

it weren't for Lysander's influence, he would've had

"I submitted my jewelry piece to the organizing team last night, encased in a delicate blue box. Every material I

it was nothing but

Thalassa lacked

countered Susan, "Is it

me!" Susan panicked her eyes darting and breathing uneven, "I was under constant

design competition? You've never held a decent job your life. Where would you get the money for real jewelry? You're poor and desperate for fame, so you resorted

to her claims, Susan loudly