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.

muttered, pulling the phone away to stare at the screen in disbelief. The call had ended. This threw Hertha into a state of chaos -

Could Thalassa have gotten into trouble once more? Anxiety and worry took over, making Hertha feel like a thousand ants were crawling under her skin. She had to inform Lysander. Without hesitation, Hertha

until Lysander's voice, cold and detached as

driven by her concern, blurted out, "Thalassa's phone is

panic?" Lysander

friend, and her phone's off. Shouldn't you be worried too? Why do you sound like

herself. Realizing she might have overstepped,

been recovered yet; it being off is normal. She's resting at home, no need

apologizing, Lysander's smooth voice cut through her