The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

After finishing her tirade, Amelia was ready to leave, but Amelia blocked her path, her eyes, exaggeratedly enlarged with eyeliner, glaring at Thalassa: "So, Lysander is starting a jewelry line just for you? You really know how to play your cards!"

Thalassa furrowed her brows, her voice heavy, "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Playing dumb after the fact, huh!" Amelia advanced towards Thalassa, her demeanor threatening, "Quite the schemer, aren't you? Snatching your sister's fiancé and now egging him on to stand against the Sinclairs! Do you want to make Lysander the black sheep of the Sinclair family?"

Amelia's words were sharp and filled with rage, each sentence a condemnation of Thalassa.

Thalassa, pushed back by her cutting presence, watched Amelia warily and responded, "What Lysander decides to do is his choice, not ours to judge! Besides, him starting a business is his business. Why the outrage?"

"Are you really clueless, or just feigning ignorance?" Amelia's cold voice didn't waver as she pressed on towards Thalassa.

Thalassa, left with no choice but to retreat, said, "I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't care to know!"

Seeing Thalassa's reaction, Amelia realized that Thalassa might genuinely be unaware of Lysander's actions at the Sinclair group's shareholders meeting earlier that day.

whether Thalassa knew about Lysander's actions today, the outcome

jewelry designs selling out, leading to profitable returns on Lysander's investments in her projects, the shareholders' meeting

all still lay with

want Lysander to be seen as the black sheep of the Sinclair family, keep pushing

think your newfound fame means you can do whatever you want! Without the Sinclair family, you and Lysander are just commoners! Tell

Amelia spoke, she kept advancing on Thalassa, her expression livid

forced to lean back just to avoid

so forceful that Thalassa felt spittle on

her high heels clicking as she got into

and angered by Amelia's sudden appearance and barrage of bizarre accusations. Her previously calm mood

a taxi came by, and she hailed it down, sliding

no sign of Lysander,

sense of urgency, Thalassa asked,