The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

To prevent Hertha from dropping another bombshell in public that would make everyone's cheeks burn and hearts race, she decided not to keep her hanging this time.

As hoped, she gave her the answer, albeit not with Hertha's boldness and ease.

She blushed and nodded shyly, which was her way of responding.

But Hertha, ever the blunt one, didn't catch on. "What does your nod mean? Are you saying he's, you know, good to go in that department? Do you guys, uh, get busy every day?"

With that, Hertha took a sip of her lemonade, looking completely at ease, leaving Thalassa blushing and her heart pounding. She quickly scanned the surroundings, then leaned closer to Hertha, whispering with a flushed face, "He's perfectly normal, and yes, we've, you know, but it's not like it's an everyday thing. Who does that every day, anyway? Okay, let's drop it. Please, no more questions."

Hertha, holding her lemonade, chuckled so hard she shook.

Thalassa felt utterly embarrassed, grabbed her own lemonade, and took a gulp to calm her nerves. "Thalassa, how come after all these years, you still haven't thickened your skin?" Hertha teased.

"You think I'm like you, only growing in skin thickness?" Thalassa retorted.

"Your knack for comebacks seems to be improving, though," Hertha laughed as she spoke.

Their conversation was carefree, without any concern for taking offense.

"Have you talked to Alaric about Georgia's kid?" Thalassa remembered the pressing issue and asked Hertha.

Upon mentioning it, Hertha's smile faded, her eyes downcast: "No, I haven't figured out how."

She had been ready to remain just friends with Alaric for life, but then she discovered the child Georgia brought wasn't hers and Alaric's but was actually hired from an orphanage to play along in their charade.

This truth threw Hertha into turmoil, leaving her confused about how to face Alaric.

Thalassa understood Hertha's dilemma.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

"Then take your time to think it through, figuring out what you truly want is what matters most," Thalassa advised.

Lysander went to his newly established company today, focusing on jewelry design. Since it was just starting, many departments needed further development.

After the meeting, which refined the company's hiring details, Lysander returned to his office.

David knocked and entered,

reporting respectfully, "Mr. Sinclair,

we've found out that it wasn't a

plane crash that destroyed Thalassa's family villa three years

ago it was Susan who flew a plane directly into their home, detonating a bomb."

Since that major incident, Lysander had been in a coma, only waking up three years later. Upon awakening, he was swamped with too many issues and his poor health, leaving him no time to investigate the cause of the accident from three years ago.

It wasn't until Susan spitefully mentioned Lysander surviving the attempt on his life three years ago that he began to seriously ponder over the incident.

Lysander immediately ordered David to investigate.

After several days, they finally had answers.

Lysander paused from reviewing a contract, looking up with a chilly demeanor, "How could Susan have a plane? And how could she fly one?"

"We've looked into that as well,"

David said. "Someone deliberately destroyed evidence from that

incident, leading the police to

conclude it was an accidental crash. Fortunately, the detective we hired was very skilled, managed to uncover the truth, and traced it back to Callum."