The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Living together, boys will sometimes come up with what look like pranks but are actually games that bring joy. Especially in a place like this military academy.

Lysander had grown up this way, so how could he not understand their bond? Lysander's lips twitched into a smile, "No worries, I get it."

Seeing his dad wasn't upset, Dorian's previously furrowed brow relaxed. He directed the three little guys, "Hurry, hurry, grab all the clothes and bring them into the dorm. I'm going to show them off to my dad one by one."

The trio obeyed, scampering to gather the clothes scattered on the ground and piling them onto Dorian's bed.

Pushing Lysander inside, Dorian gazed at the mountain of clothes on his bed, scratching his head sheepishly, "Heh, seems like it's a bit much."

Lysander, usually so stoic, couldn't help but smirk at the sight, his deep voice tinged with amusement, "Why are they all green?"

"It's all military costumes," Dorian explained promptly, picking up a piece to show Lysander, "See, this one's for spring, and this one here is for winter..."

perform one of your plays for dad?" chimed in Atticus, stepping in with a big brother's swagger and

ever so earnest, agreed. "Sure, Dad, I'll perform one for you. Just give me a sec to pick out a costume," Dorian said, grabbing

Dorian's bed, Elowen laughed, "Dorian, still treating

loves acting," Sophia

with a load

of things for the kids. Ever since she knew

took a few bags

bathroom, dressed in a simple military uniform, cap included, looking both dashing

of the planned performance for Lysander, Thalassa rushed over, bags in hand, starting