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.

said, then let go of her hand

behind him, gripping the handles 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

the backstage, the audience in the front started gossiping

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 on the runway! Such

strong backing to

calm. Our team is investigating the matter, and we promise to give you a satisfying explanation once we have one. Can we please

that chatter reached Thalassa's ears, making her

It felt like

targeted at her

making her feel incredibly