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.

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

side, immediately catching the subtle scent of sandalwood that was uniquely Lysander's a

lies. In the presence of the one you love, even

large dining room for just the two of us? Isn't this a bit

rather extravagant for just

could reply, two

a bit of traffic, apologized Joshua, his scholarly charm evident, with a woman by his

radiated

Thalassa was still piecing things together, unaware of why they were dining with Joshua and

a polite smile in greeting, then looked questioningly

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