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.

comebacks seems to be improving, though," Hertha

carefree, without any concern for

talked to Alaric about Georgia's kid?"

it, Hertha's smile faded, her eyes downcast: "No, I haven't figured

but was actually hired from an orphanage to play along in their charade. This truth threw Hertha into turmoil, leaving her confused

Thalassa understood Hertha's dilemma.

to think it through, figuring out what

focusing on jewelry design. Since

the company's hiring details, Lysander

David knocked and entered,

reporting respectfully, "Mr. Sinclair,

wasn't a plane crash that destroyed Thalassa's family villa three years