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."

a

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

your dinner got to do with me!" Lydia shot back, putting down her glass with a glance that screamed

eat, that's not good for their health. You

with a look of mock distress. It was so unexpectedly charming that Lydia felt her

Lydia averted her gaze, her voice full of feigned confidence as she picked up her glass again to

wish my mom could take care of me, but unfortunately, she

was

illness. All the money in

maintain a healthy lifestyle, you

laughing about, I might really lose my appetite. You know, skipping meals is bad for the stomach. For