The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

In her eyes, Ethan was just making excuses. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he'd seen it all and rubbed shoulders with the high and mighty. And here he was, claiming to be nervous in front of her, a nobody? Yeah, right! To her, these silver-spoon types had no clue about the value of hard work. To them, wasting was just part of the daily routine. And Lydia? She couldn't stand that kind of attitude. It was clear as day; she and Ethan were like oil and water. "Come on, I'm human too, of course, I get nervous," Ethan said, rubbing his hands together like he was about to make some monumental mistake in front of Lydia.

Lydia eyed him skeptically. "Never got grounded as a kid, huh?"

Ethan, without thinking, responded, "No."

A smirk played on Lydia's lips. "Figures."

"Figures what?" Ethan was puzzled.

Lydia just sipped her water, shaking her head, "Nothing."

holding back a laugh which only piqued Ethan's

on, what is it? If you don't tell me, I might

with me!" Lydia shot back, putting down her glass with a

patient can't eat, that's not good for their health. You can't just ignore that," Ethan replied, trying

of mock distress. It was so unexpectedly charming

my job!" Lydia averted her gaze, her voice full of feigned confidence as she picked up her glass again to hide her

care of me, but unfortunately, she passed away when

was taken

of illness. All the money in the world couldn't save her,"

advising him, "You should maintain a healthy lifestyle, you know, early to bed,

might really lose my appetite. You know, skipping meals is bad for the stomach. For the sake of health, you might as