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

Anxiety and worry took over, making Hertha feel like a thousand ants were crawling under her skin. She had to inform Lysander.

voice, cold and detached as ever, finally answered. His tone never warmed up for anyone, except

her concern, blurted out, "Thalassa's

the panic?"

She's my best friend, and her phone's off. Shouldn't you be

before she could stop herself. Realizing she might have overstepped, she quickly tried backpedal,

being off is normal. She's resting at home, no need

apologizing, Lysander's smooth voice cut through