The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Mmm, I'm heading back to Hollowbrook to grab my birth certificate. In a couple of days, Lysander and I are going to tie the knot," Thalassa said.

As she spoke, she glanced out the car window. During the half-hour chat with Hertha, they had hit the highway.

"Right, right. Get that birth certificate and make it official with Lysander soon. Drive safe, huh? Tell the driver to take it easy. No rush; safety first," Hertha advised. "Got it."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they ended the call.

Thalassa returned to Hollowbrook, now in the full bloom of spring. The fields were a golden sea of canola flowers, stretching as far as the eye could see. A breeze carried the sweet fragrance, intoxicating and delightful.

Living in the city had its perks, but returning to her hometown was truly refreshing. Surrounded by nature's beauty and engulfed in fresh air, even her fatigue seemed to be swept away by the spring breeze. Thalassa arrived at her small cottage. Ever since Lysander had their villa rebuilt after it was destroyed, Thalassa had made sure her aunt had a place to stay by constructing a small bungalow on the original site.

For the past three years, her aunt had been living in this modest bungalow, where Thalassa's birth certificate was also kept.

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