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.

a faint smile graced his lips. "Thalassa, come sit here," he beckoned her to

of

the presence of the one you love, even the smallest detail can send your heart

of us? Isn't this a bit much?" Thalassa remarked, glancing

seemed rather extravagant for

reply, two

we got caught in a bit of

that radiated intellect and

piecing things together, unaware of why they were dining

polite smile in greeting, then looked questioningly

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