The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

To prevent Hertha from dropping another bombshell in public that would make everyone's cheeks burn and hearts race, she decided not to keep her hanging this time.

As hoped, she gave her the answer, albeit not with Hertha's boldness and ease.

She blushed and nodded shyly, which was her way of responding.

But Hertha, ever the blunt one, didn't catch on. "What does your nod mean? Are you saying he's, you know, good to go in that department? Do you guys, uh, get busy every day?"

With that, Hertha took a sip of her lemonade, looking completely at ease, leaving Thalassa blushing and her heart pounding. She quickly scanned the surroundings, then leaned closer to Hertha, whispering with a flushed face, "He's perfectly normal, and yes, we've, you know, but it's not like it's an everyday thing. Who does that every day, anyway? Okay, let's drop it. Please, no more questions." Hertha, holding her lemonade, chuckled so hard she shook.

Thalassa felt utterly embarrassed, grabbed her own lemonade, and took a gulp to calm her nerves.

"Thalassa, how come after all these years, you still haven't thickened your skin?" Hertha teased.

"You think I'm like you, only growing in skin thickness?" Thalassa retorted.

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carefree, without any concern for taking

Alaric about Georgia's kid?" Thalassa remembered the pressing

Hertha's smile faded, her eyes downcast:

discovered the child Georgia brought wasn't hers and Alaric's but was actually hired from an orphanage to play along in their

Thalassa understood Hertha's dilemma.

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went to his newly established company today, focusing on jewelry design. Since it was just starting, many departments needed

meeting, which refined the company's hiring details,

David knocked and entered,

reporting respectfully, "Mr. Sinclair,

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