The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

He could tell Thalassa was deeply attached to the kids. It tugged at his heartstrings seeing her like that. After all, it had been three years since he'd last seen his own children. He knew exactly how Thalassa felt. His eyes, usually so deep and unreadable, now betrayed a hint of sorrow. But when Thalassa turned around, he quickly looked away, fixing his gaze on the road ahead and smoothing out his expression to pretend he hadn't been watching them at all.

Thalassa opened the car door and got in, still radiating a sense of reluctance to leave. "When can we go visit the kids at school?" she asked.

"The second Sunday of every month is visitation day. It's the end of the month now, so just two weeks to go until we can see them," Lysander answered her question.

Thalassa nodded, buckled up, and leaned back in her seat, falling silent. Although two weeks seemed a long wait, she understood the school's policies.

"Got enough energy for one more errand?" Lysander suddenly asked.

Thalassa opened her eyes wider, intrigued. "What errand?"

about Susan," Lysander

Susan had caused. And why was Susan out modeling at the finals instead of being detained by the police? That was suspicious indeed. Thalassa wanted to get to the bottom of

up for it. Let's go,"

instructed the

and headed in the opposite direction, Thalassa asked, curious, "Didn't Susan run away after her runway fiasco? Where

with all the bridges Susan had burned, fleeing the scene after

couldn't escape. My security team has her

Despite his authoritative aura,