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.

he said, then let go of

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 be inseparable from him. Moreover, with Lysander

they made their way to the backstage, the audience

Definitely, one of them is a copycat!" "Seriously, to think they

have some strong backing

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

chatter reached Thalassa's ears,

felt

targeted

making her feel incredibly