The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

In the cutthroat world of business, it's your skills that count. Trying to cozy up to others only cheapens your worth.

Lydia was about to retort, "Then why, when you dine with me, do you flash that smug grin, Ethan?"

But the words caught in her throat before they could escape.

She could already foresee Ethan's response, claiming his demeanor shifted solely because it was her he was with. Such spontaneous declarations of affection were her kryptonite. Lydia fell silent, opting instead to dive into her meal with gusto.

Noticing her fervent focus on the food, Ethan presumed she was genuinely famished and chose not to disturb her further, leaving only the sound of their chewing to fill the charged atmosphere. Meanwhile, in another booth...

David and Rosalind sat opposite each other, enveloped in a similarly romantic ambiance.

Rosalind idly pushed around the food on her plate, voicing her melancholy thoughts, "Do you think I'm truly off-putting?"

leisurely enjoying his meal, responded,

puzzled. Rosalind's sudden invitation to dinner had caught him off guard; only upon arrival

for years, always tagging along like a loyal puppy, and yet, he's dismissed me outright. To be with Thalassa, he even denied any romantic involvement with my sister Harper right in front

Rosalind was understandably

pouted, a mix of self-pity

Lysander's affection,

why romance hasn't blossomed. It's not a matter

comforting, and Rosalind liked hearing

she leaned in, a playful smile dancing on her lips, "And when do

heart skipped a beat, prompting him to

unexpected

a lively intelligence, seemed