The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"What? Lysander and Rosalind are getting married today?" Hertha exclaimed, snatching the smartphone from Alaric's hands in disbelief.

Thalassa looked up, startled, her cheeks still streaked with tears she hadn't yet wiped away. She was shocked to see the phone in Hertha's hand.

"Thalassa, look, this is really Lysander and Rosalind's wedding!" Hertha handed the phone to Thalassa.

The video on the screen showed a lavish scene at the Starhaven International Hotel's grand ballroom.

The place was dripping in luxury, with massive crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, creating an atmosphere of opulence and grandeur.

The guests were a sea of suits and couture, clearly a gathering of the crème de la crème, mostly business moguls and high society figures.

After a quick sweep through the guests, the camera focused on a stage laid out with a red carpet, flanked by bunches of fiery red roses, blending wealth and romance seamlessly.

The emcee, microphone in hand, was delivering the opening speech of the ceremony.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the wedding of Mr. Sinclair and Miss Rosalind. The auspicious moment is upon us shortly, please bear with us as the bride and groom make their grand entrance."

International Hotel, you're the only one

you mean? Aren't you going

For a moment, she wanted to throw caution to the wind and rush over to tell Lysander

death, only to find Rosalind in her nightgown, seductively inviting him upstairs for

head, "It's his choice, I have

didn't want to marry Rosalind, nobody could force

knew Leopold's death. had nothing to do with him, and that Lysander hadn't

her heart had ease

Lysander, but that was

it made no

she showed up now, she'd only turn into

really won't stop Lysander and Rosalind's wedding? Hertha couldn't believe it. It was clear to

suppress her

woman