The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa didn't argue back. To get the answers she needed, confronting Susan directly was the best approach. After all, Callum was only there to uncover the truth for her. How could he possibly know the details of how Susan set her up?

They soon arrived at the police station. Susan was locked up, crouched in a cell, looking defeated and as miserable as a stray dog caught in a storm.

"Susan, get up. You've got visitors!" The officer banged on the metal door authoritatively.

Lifting her head slowly, Susan's dim gaze landed on Thalassa, and then on Callum standing beside her. Her eyes suddenly sparked to life. Scrambling to her feet, she rushed to the bars, gripping them tightly, her voice urgent as she addressed Callum, "Why did it take you so long to get here?"

Thalassa immediately stepped in front of Callum, eyeing Susan warily, "Mr. Gordon was gathering evidence for me. Why are you so bitter towards me?"

with a clear plea in

in Callum's expression, Susan's briefly brightened eyes dimmed again, fear taking over. She lowered her lashes, only to sharply look up again, her

the door

anger, her eyes still brimming with hatred and ferocity as she glared at Thalassa, her grip on the bars whitening

you. You can't deny it!" Thalassa's voice was cold as she laid out Susan's crimes. "The footage

think deleting the footage would be the end of it? Haven't you heard of data recovery?" Thalassa mocked her naivety. Susan was despicable, resorting to any means necessary to achieve

Her confidence at the exhibition, openly persecuting Thalassa, was based on the belief that

delete it, there it was, for all to see. Indeed, data