The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Lysander declared, "Let's halt the contest and look into it. A quick investigation will reveal the truth!"

While Thalassa sketched her designs, Lysander was always by her side. He had seen, even contributed to, all of her work. How could he not know whether Thalassa's creations were genuinely her own?

No sooner had Lysander finished speaking than the audience began to unrest, not even waiting for Wyatt's response. They rose to their feet in protest, shouting, "Number three, get off the stage, you plagiarist, get out!"NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Some even started throwing things at the models on stage.

Susan, who had been strutting confidently, suddenly found herself hit by a projectile. She let out a scream and hurried backstage, trying to protect her head. But the damage was done. The audience had noticed the identical designs of contestants two and three, sparking outrage.

Especially among the college students who had come with the intention of learning, their anger was palpable.

"Who's contestant number three? Come forward and admit your mistake!"

"Yeah, apologize publicly and get out of the fashion design world!"

"Publicly apologize, get out of the fashion design world!" This became the chant of the crowd, echoing loudly.

The scene quickly spiraled out of control, into chaos.

Thalassa, initially furious, found herself paralyzed with fear upon hearing the crowd. She was the victim in this scenario, yet the audience, blinded by their fury, turned against her.

At first, Thalassa felt anger, but now it was mixed with a sense of injustice and a feeling of powerlessness.

Seeing the situation deteriorate, the

host quickly grabbed the

microphone, trying to calm the crowd, "Everybody, please, let's not jump to conclusions. We're as in the dark as you are. We're pausing the contest to investigate this matter thoroughly and promise to resolve this satisfactorily. Can we please have a moment of silence?"

Wyatt, realizing the gravity of the situation only after the host announced a pause for

investigation, turned to Lysander with a nervous smile, "Mr. Sinclair, rest assured, we're halting the contest and will conduct a thorough investigation to provide justice to the wronged party."

Lysander knew these were just platitudes. In the past, he would

have physically ejected such a

Scoundrel from his presence. Butet

now, confined to a wheelchair, he couldn't even if he wanted to, his physical disadvantage making it impossible to confront people the way he used to.

Lysander's icy gaze swept over Wyatt before he wheeled himself over to Thalassa, taking her hand, and signaling her to sit.

Thalassa, coming back to her senses, met Lysander's profound gaze. There was a warmth in his eyes, calming and reassuring.

Understanding his intent, she gripped Lysander's hand tighter. His palm was dry and warm, a comforting presence that helped stabilize her racing heart. She sat down.

Lysander's thumb gently caressed the back of Thalassa's hand, a simple yet profoundly comforting gesture.

Thalassa managed a weak smile at him, signaling she was alright, no need to worry.

Seeing Thalassa was momentarily safe, Lysander pulled out his phone, dialing David, "Bring some backup, we've got a situation here."