The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha's workday was dragging, unusually dull without a spark of design inspiration. Even worse, her gossip buddy Thalassa wasn't around to lighten the mood.

But then she remembered what Thalassa had mentioned yesterday - she was going to the city hall with Lysander to get their marriage license today. That thought alone sent Hertha's curiosity into overdrive. She was dying to know how things were going, whether Thalassa and Lysander had made it official yet.

All morning, Hertha kept glancing at the clock, itching to reach out to Thalassa but worried about interrupting her big day with Lysander. What if they were in the middle of their appointment? A call from her could be a real hassle for them.

After what felt like an eternity, noon finally rolled around - lunchtime and, more importantly, a safe time to call without risking any interruption to Thalassa and Lysander's plans. The moment the clock struck twelve, Hertha was on her phone, dialing Thalassa's number with barely contained excitement.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off." The impersonal voice on the other end was quick to respond.

in disbelief. The call had ended. This threw Hertha into a state of chaos - this was exactly what

more? Anxiety and worry took over, making Hertha

seemed like ages until Lysander's voice, cold and detached as ever, finally answered. His tone never

concern, blurted out, "Thalassa's phone is off

the panic?" Lysander

off. Shouldn't you be worried too?

and she snapped at Lysander before she could stop herself.

yet; it being off is normal. She's resting at home, no need to worry," Lysander interjected

was apologizing, Lysander's smooth voice cut through her