The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Thalassa listened quietly as Lysander made a call, sitting beside him without uttering a word, her eyes filled with unwavering trust.

Earlier, she had seen her creation unceremoniously paraded on stage, leaving her feeling utterly dejected. For a moment, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

But now, sitting next to Lysander, hearing him methodically handle the situation and instruct David to bring people over to sort things out, she found a sense of unprecedented calm. It was as if with Lysander by her side, there was nothing to fear.

As soon as Lysander hung up, a crew member from the event approached Thalassa, saying, "Hello Thalassa, your design seems to be strikingly similar to another designer's work. Our boss would like you to discuss this backstage."

The staff member's tone was polite enough. Thalassa nodded, "Alright, I'll head there now."

She was about to get up when Lysander took her hand. Turning back, she met his deep gaze, laden with concern.

"I'll come with you," he said, then let go of her hand to maneuver his wheelchair.

Thalassa willingly moved behind him, gripping the handles of the wheelchair, and started pushing him forward. She didn't refuse Lysander's company. From the moment they decided to be together, she was prepared to be inseparable from him. Moreover, with Lysander by her side, she felt even more at ease.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

As they made their way to the backstage, the audience in the front started gossiping and pointing fingers.

"Another designer got called backstage just now, and here goes another. Definitely, one of them is a copycat!"

"Seriously, to think they had the audacity to showcase identical designs on the runway! Such nerve!"

"They must have some strong backing to be this bold."

"Please, everyone, let's stay calm. Our team is investigating the matter, and we promise to give you a satisfying explanation once we have one. Can we please quiet down a bit?" The host tried to maintain order amidst the growing noise,

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And every word of that chatter reached Thalassa's ears, making her grip on the wheelchair tighten involuntarily. It felt like those comments were targeted at her, making her feel incredibly uncomfortable. She took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and ignore the murmurs. Innocence proves itself; the truth would

vindicate her.

Thalassa and Lysander reached the backstage. Wyatt was in conversation with a tall, striking woman with an elegant demeanor and exquisite makeup.

Thalassa recognized her immediately it was Zoey, her senior, who had introduced Thalassa to the jewelry design competition.

"Zoey, as an employee of our

company and a talented designer how do you explain the similarity between your work and that of contestant number three today?" Wyatt asked Zoey.