The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

"If you spill the beans about who's pulling the strings, you could get off with a slap on the wrist," Thalassa said. "But if you keep playing tough, you'll be carrying the can alone!"

"How could you possibly have produced an identical set of plastic items so quickly after only seeing my design while getting your makeup done? Who gave you that box of plastic items?" Thalassa asked sternly.

She had come to the police station to get to the bottom of this.

Susan didn't immediately respond to Thalassa, her gaze involuntarily shifting to Callum standing behind her.

"Come clean, and we might just let you off the hook!" Callum threatened.

Hearing Callum's words, Susan's eyes widened with fear.

She looked back at Thalassa, biting the bullet, "No one's behind this! I saw your design while at the audition for the event organizers. You didn't see me, but I saw you. I sneakily took a photo of your work and had someone create an identical set of plastic items."

"I've had it with you, wanted you to crash and burn!" Susan spat venomously at Thalassa.

Seeing Susan's fierce demeanor, Thalassa realized she was dealing with someone who had lost all reason, no longer a sane person.

"So, it was your idea to model for my design?" Thalassa asked coldly.

"Yes!" Susan confessed without hesitation, glaring at Thalassa, her chest heaving with rage.

Thalassa scoffed, "Don't worry, I'll see this through to the end. Since you're taking full responsibility, then you'll bear all the consequences!"

With that, Thalassa turned and walked away.

Callum followed her.

Behind them, Susan screamed hysterically, "Thalassa, you bitch, why does all the good fortune gravitate towards you? Why does everyone love you? I was raised to be superior, my status far above yours. How is it that a nobody from the sticks ends up thriving while I end up behind bars!"

Susan continued her tirade, but Thalassa couldn't hear her anymore; she had quickened her pace, eager to leave the police station and Susan's voice behind.

Susan still couldn't see where she went wrong. Her downfall was entirely of her own making.

She spent all her energy on bringing others down instead of elevating herself, which was a recipe for disaster.

The chill of the late autumn night was biting.

Thalassa rubbed her face with her hands, trying to stay warm.

Turning around, she saw Callum halt and, noticing her cheeks flushed from the cold, he quickly took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, "It's getting really cold out here. Don't catch a chill."

As he was about to put the coat on her, Thalassa stepped back, leaving Callum holding the coat mid-air, unsure whether to move forward or retreat. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"Mr. Gordon, thank you for accompanying me to the station to uncover the truth. I'll take a cab home; you should head back too," she hurriedly said before walking towards the curb.

"Thalassa, be my girlfriend! Lysander and Rosalind are tying the knot, what are you waiting for?" Callum's unexpected proposal stopped her in her tracks.