The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

When Thalassa announced she was heading out, the butler Fitch didn't hesitate to instruct the chauffeur Blake to drive her. Having been a fixture in the Royal Estates for years, Fitch had developed a keen sense of judgment and was under strict orders from Lysander to ensure Thalassa was well taken care of.

Given that Thalassa was still recovering and not quite back to full strength, driving herself wasn't exactly practical. Accepting her temporary limitations, Thalassa agreed without protest and asked Blake to take her to Hollowbrook.

No sooner had they hit the road than her phone rang, and Hertha's voice bubbled through with excitement.

"Thalassa, guess what monumental thing I've done these past few days?" Even through the phone, Thalassa could sense Hertha's joy nearly spilling over.

"What's got you so bubbly?" Thalassa chuckled.

gloom. It was a rare delight to hear her so light and cheerful. "Alaric and I got our marriage license!" Hertha blurted out, unable to contain

license, she was so engulfed in bliss that she completely forgot to call Thalassa. It was only after coming down from her high that she remembered to share the news. "Really! Congratulations!"

that they had finally made it, Thalassa couldn't help but feel overjoyed for her dear friend. "Haha,

even the best part,"

then, let me share in your

chatterbox when excited, held nothing back from Thalassa. She recounted everything - from the encounter with the receptionist at the hotel to the confrontation with Georgia, and how she managed to coax the truth about that night three

gauge the extent of Hertha's happiness and couldn't help but

the most of your lives together and be happy," Thalassa said, her words laden with