The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Chapter 1863

After finishing her tirade, Amelia was ready to leave, but Amelia blocked her path, her eyes, exaggeratedly enlarged with eyeliner, glaring at Thalassa: “So, Lysander is starting a jewelry line just for you? You really know how to play your cards!"

Thalassa furrowed her brows, her voice heavy, "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

“Playing dumb after the fact, huh!" Amelia advanced towards Thalassa, her demeanor threatening, “Quite the schemer, aren't you? Snatching your sister's fiancé and now egging him on to stand against the Sinclairs! Do you want to make Lysander the black sheep of the Sinclair family?" Amelia's words were sharp and filled with rage, each sentence a condemnation of Thalassa.

Thalassa, pushed back by her cutting presence, watched Amelia warily and responded, "What Lysander decides to do is his choice, not ours to judge! Besides, him starting a business is his business. Why the outrage?"

"Are you really clueless, or just feigning ignorance?" Amelia's cold voice didn't waver as she pressed on towards Thalassa.

Thalassa, left with no choice but to retreat, said, "I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't care to know!"

Seeing Thalassa's reaction, Amelia realized that Thalassa might genuinely be unaware of Lysander's actions at the Sinclair group's shareholders meeting earlier that day.

But regardless of whether Thalassa knew about Lysander's actions today, the outcome was inevitably tied to her!

Had it not been for Thalassa's sudden rise to fame, her jewelry designs selling out, leading to profitable returns on Lysander's investments in her projects, the shareholders' meeting today wouldn't have seen so many supporting Lysander.

The root of it all still lay with Thalassa!

"Thalassa, let me tell you, if you want Lysander to be seen as the black sheep of the Sinclair family, keep pushing him down this path! Sooner or later, Grandpa will have a fit!" Amelia, her breaths heavy with anger, warned.

And she continued, "Don't think your newfound fame means you can do whatever you want! Without the Sinclair family, you and Lysander are just commoners! Tell Lysander to pull himself together and not burn all his bridges!"

As Amelia spoke, she kept advancing on Thalassa, her expression livid with rage.

Thalassa couldn't even retreat fast enough, forced to lean back just to avoid Amelia's domineering stance.

Amelia's harsh words were so forceful that Thalassa felt spittle on her face.

With a huff, Amelia turned on her

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Disgusted, Thalassa fanned away the foul smell of gasoline,

bewildered and angered by Amelia's sudden appearance and barrage of bizarre accusations. Her previously calm mood was now a tangled mess of emotions.

Just then, a taxi came by, and she hailed it down, sliding into the back seat.

Upon returning to Royal Estates, Thalassa found no sign of Lysander, only Fitch bustling about.

With a sense of urgency, Thalassa asked, "Fitch, where's Lysander?"

Fitch replied, "Lysander went out this morning and hasn't returned yet."

"He's still not back? Alright, I'll give him a call." Hearing this, Thalassa stepped aside and dialed Lysander's

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The phone rang a few times before being picked up, Lysander's deep, soothing voice on the other end, "Thalassa."

"Lysander, where are you? Why aren't you at home?" Thalassa asked impatiently.

"I'm at the Sinclairs' residence," Lysander answered.