The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa's head spun a little as she was called "madam" again, a reminder of how easily one could get lost in a sea of flattery. It was indeed dizzying to hear such sweet nothings. Without any objection, she got into the car.

Soon, David had driven Thalassa to their destination.

It was an upscale Chinese restaurant, designed with traditional architectural elements that instantly transported you back in time. Stepping into the restaurant felt like walking into a place where history and culture were deeply intertwined, calming the soul.

In a private dining room named "Breeze Pavilion," Thalassa found Lysander sitting by the window, dressed in a bespoke black suit that spoke volumes of his elegance and authority. The natural light filtering through the ornate windows bathed Lysander in a warm glow, casting a mix of light and shadow that accentuated his dignified posture.

The moment Thalassa saw Lysander, her heart skipped a beat.

Even after all these years together, seeing him still set her heart aflutter-a testament to the enduring beauty of love.

his lips. "Thalassa, come sit here," he

moved to sit by his side, immediately catching the subtle scent of sandalwood that

you love,

the two of us? Isn't this a bit much?" Thalassa

extravagant for

reply, two

you're already here. Sorry, we got caught in a bit of traffic, apologized Joshua, his scholarly charm evident, with a woman by

woman, dressed in a manner that radiated

Rosalind? Thalassa was still piecing things together, unaware of why they were

smile in greeting, then looked questioningly at

so naturally, we had to invite Mr. Whitman to celebrate," Lysander