The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Wyatt quickly had the person brought over.

The so-called staff member was a woman in her forties, dressed plainly, with a bare face and an expression of distress.

As soon as she entered and saw Thalassa, she became agitated, pointing at her and saying, "Yesterday, while I was organizing the collections, it was her who came to me, asking to take a look at Zoey's designs. Yes, her. I'm certain of it.”

Thalassa's expression darkened. She sternly said, "Lying comes with legal consequences. When have I ever sought you out? Before this, I hadn't even met you!"

It was a complete fabrication; Thalassa was truly seeing this woman for the first time.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm not lying. You found me yesterday, all secretive, wanting to see Zoey's work. You said you admired Zoey and just wanted to catch a glimpse of her creations, no harm meant," the woman said, her voice filled with urgency, pointing accusatorily at Thalassa.

Thalassa frowned, looking at the woman with a mix of confusion and shock. She truly was meeting this woman for the first time and couldn't fathom why she would accuse her of such a thing.

Zoey, furious, turned to Thalassa and exclaimed, "Thalassa, I introduced you to this jewelry competition because I saw potential in you as a star student of your professor. Not only do you not appreciate it, but you also betray my kindness by plagiarizing my work for the finals! Is winning that important to you?"

Thalassa was left flustered by Zoey's emotionally charged accusations, struggling to defend herself.

Indeed, it was Zoey who had invited her to participate in this design competition, and she was grateful.

But wasn't Zoey the one who should be accused of plagiarism?

She was the real creator!

Why had the tables turned, and all evidence now pointed to her as the plagiarist?

Just as Thalassa was nervously cornered, unable to explain, she felt a hand grasp hers from behind, its dry warmth instantly heating her cold hand.

Turning, she saw Lysander approaching, his large hand firmly holding hers, pulling her to his side and giving a reassuring squeeze. His deep gaze met hers, signaling her to stay calm.

Locking eyes with Lysander, in the depth of his gaze, Thalassa's chaotic heart found some peace.

Before, she had felt a barrier between them, his deep, unfathomable eyes usually instilling fear.

Now, though his eyes remained profound, they seemed to shimmer with a comforting light, and looking into them, she felt an inexplicable sense of calm.

This must be the magic of trust.

Lysander's cold gaze shifted to the woman who had accused Thalassa, his voice low and intimidating as he asked. "You said she came asking to see the designs? When? Where? Under what circumstances?"

“I... uh...” The woman, intimidated by Lysander's inherent aura of iciness and the overpowering presence he commanded, found herself

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instinctively cowering.

Faced with Lysander's barrage of questions, for which she had not prepared answers, she stumbled over her words, even stepping back.

She looked towards Wyatt for help.

Catching her glance, Wyatt became flustered and snapped, "Why are you looking at me? Just answer the question!"