The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa's eyes brightened with surprise as she recognized the figure before her, "Lydia, you made it! Why didn't you come in?"

"Fitch mentioned you all had stepped out, so I decided to wait here for you," Lydia responded.

As Thalassa, pushing Lysander in his wheelchair, drew closer, she took a better look at Lydia's face and noticed some dark bruises under her eyes, signs of a healing black eye. Those bruises were remnants of the last time Lydia had thrown herself into a fray to help Thalassa crash a wedding, ending up in a scuffle with the security team. The marks hadn't completely faded yet.

Thinking back to Lydia standing her ground against four, all to help her make a dramatic entrance at the hotel to stop Lysander and Rosalind's wedding ceremony in the nick of time, Thalassa couldn't help but admire her bravery and was immensely grateful. "If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have been able to make it into the hotel so smoothly and stop the ceremony," Thalassa warmly said to Lydia as if she were family, "Why wait outside? Come in and make yourself at home."

As she spoke, she ushered Lydia inside.

Lydia seemed a bit tense, especially upon seeing Lysander, her demeanor instantly filled with a deep respect, and she straightened up, saying, "Good day, sir!"

Lydia used to serve under Lysander, who was

gave her a brief look and said, "Just call me

had retired from service and was no longer

Lydia struggled with the informality, unsure how to call him by his first

suggested with a smile, "If it makes you more comfortable, you

if that's alright, then Mr. Sinclair it is," Lydia said, scratching the back of her

Lysander was comfortably seated on the

the gesture, quickly intervened, "Ms. Everhart, allow me. Please, have a seat and enjoy your visit with Ms.

that he had