The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Cody truly lived up to his role as the host. He had a knack for smoothing over any awkward situation with his witty remarks, turning potential disasters into moments of light-hearted fun.

As soon as he spoke, all eyes were drawn to Lysander, seated at the front. The decision of who would win the contest ultimately rested in his hands.

Unfazed and as imposing as ever, Lysander's icy demeanor didn't waver. His piercing gaze locked onto Cody, betraying no emotion.

Rosalind, sitting by his side, gracefully took the blank sheet of paper from in front of him with a polite smile. "Let me make the choice for you, Lysander," she said.

Without any objection from Lysander, his silence was as good as consent.

Cody, seizing the moment, laughed and joked, "Mr. Sinclair and his fiancée are such a lovey-dovey couple, aren't they? United in thought and action. Having Ms. Sinclair cast the vote on behalf of Mr. Sinclair is just like the man himself making the decision."

In doing so, Cody not only complimented Lysander for indulging his fiancée but also clarified that Rosalind's vote was as valid as Lysander's, maintaining the fairness of the contest.

This quip not only flattered Lysander but also silenced any potential whispers among the audience.

Thalassa watched Rosalind scribble a number on the sheet, her eyelashes casting shadows as she turned away, no longer looking at Lysander and Rosalind. She had already resigned herself to not winning; she knew Rosalind's animosity towards her was too strong, especially after siding with Susan earlier. This vote wasn't going to be in her favor.

it over to a staff member, and the result

voice

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looked at Cody. The shock was palpable,

were slim, but Rosalind had

room

She turned to see

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congratulating her, "Congratulations,

knew you had it

then did it sink in for Thalassa that she had indeed won. A smile broke across her face as she responded to Callum, "Thank you." Thank you for

congratulating you, stand up and wave to them," Callum whispered, leaning in to give her a

talent; it was also about mastering social grace. To go far, one had to learn how