The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa listened quietly as Lysander made a call, sitting beside him without uttering a word, her eyes filled with unwavering trust.

Earlier, she had seen her creation unceremoniously paraded on stage, leaving her feeling utterly dejected. For a moment, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

But now, sitting next to Lysander, hearing him methodically handle the situation and instruct David to bring people over to sort things out, she found a sense of unprecedented calm. It was as if with Lysander by her side, there was nothing to fear.

As soon as Lysander hung up, a crew member from the event approached Thalassa, saying, "Hello Thalassa, your design seems to be strikingly similar to another designer's work. Our boss would like you to discuss this backstage."

The staff member's tone was polite enough. Thalassa nodded, "Alright, I'll head there now."

She was about to get up when Lysander took her hand. Turning back, she met his deep gaze, laden with concern.

come with you," he said, then let go of her hand to maneuver

of the wheelchair, and started pushing him forward. She didn't refuse Lysander's company. From the moment they decided to be together, she was prepared to be inseparable from him. Moreover, with Lysander by

the audience in the front

designer got called backstage just now, and here goes another. Definitely, one of them is a copycat!" "Seriously, to think they had the audacity to showcase identical designs

must have some strong

a satisfying explanation once we have one. Can we please quiet down a bit?" The host tried to

of that chatter reached Thalassa's ears, making

It felt

targeted at her

making her feel incredibly