The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Lydia, are you okay?" Hertha rushed over, supporting Lydia with concern. She observed Lydia's face, noticing a black eye that made her look like a one-eyed panda. Hertha couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

Lydia turned around, puzzled, "What's so funny?"

“Nothing, just that you've turned into a national treasure, quite amusing." Hertha didn't hide her amusement.

Realizing what Hertha meant, Lydia touched her bruised eye, wincing at the sudden pang of pain: "Ouch..." Lydia sucked in a breath through her teeth.

"How bad is it? Should we head to the hospital?" Thalassa, pushing Lysander along, asked with concern.

"Hey, what's the hospital for? It's just a scratch. I'll just apply some traditional medicine when we get back, it'll be fine by tomorrow. Don't forget, I'm practically a doctor now," Lydia boasted, trying to downplay the injury with a bravado smile.

"That's true." Thalassa remembered Lydia was learning medical skills from Dr. Funke, so a minor injury like this was nothing to her.

"Mr. Sinclair!" David approached briskly.

Dressed in a silver-gray suit, he looked very formal, having come for Lysander's wedding. Yet, he found Lysander outside the hotel, surrounded by bodyguards sporting various bruises.

David, puzzled by the scene, looked to Alaric for an explanation.

the shoulder, "You've arrived just in time. Take Mr. Sinclair back, I'll

it was clear he meant Hertha and Lydia, subtly excluding Thalassa as part

initially dampened, brightened upon understanding Alaric's

hurried to the stretch limousine lowering the steps

eline

Lysander into the vehicle.

goodbyes before he ae

ever the gentleman, gestured for the

let's go," Hertha said, linking arms with

car glided smoothly down the asphalt road, with David

the rearview

Thalassa sitting close

Thalassa,

on him, showing a

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