The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

The audience members all returned to their seats, and the buzz of chatter quieted down as the reporters settled back into their spots, cameras at the ready.

Susan was escorted away by the police, and Thalassa's heart, which had been hanging by a thread, finally relaxed a bit. She came back to the moment and noticed Callum's eyes, twinkling with a smile, fixed on her.

"Thank you," Thalassa said, her tone polite.

If it weren't for his timely arrival, bringing with him her original jewelry designs and the video evidence of Susan switching out her pieces, she doubted the ordeal would have been resolved so smoothly today. Callum, unexpectedly, lifted his hand and gently patted her head, his voice warm and smile tender, "No worries."

Caught off guard by Callum's gesture, Thalassa didn't even have a chance to dodge.

Feeling a bit awkward about being patted on the head unexpectedly, especially with so many eyes on them, Thalassa could only nod slightly and head towards the audience, with Callum following closely behind.

Down below, Lysander's gaze was intense, following every move Callum and Thalassa made. His aura turned icy, especially upon seeing Callum's casual touch on Thalassa's hair, his jaw tensing with irritation. Rosalind returned to Lysander's side and, noticing his sour mood, mistakenly thought it was her performance that disappointed him. She moved her chair closer to him, resting her head gently against his shoulder, and softly apologized, "Lysander, I'm sorry. I got carried away by the crowd's energy earlier and doubted Thalassa. It's clear how talented she is in jewelry design. She wouldn't jeopardize her future over something so trivial."

Lysander's chilly demeanor wasn't soothed by Rosalind's gentle voice; if anything, it aggravated his restlessness.

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