The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 3

Thalassa gingerly balanced a tray, making her way towards VB. She was petrified that she might accidentally smash the expensive booze.

“Ah!” Suddenly, someone emerged from the intersection, bumping into Thalassa and letting out a startled yelp-

Thalassa nearly jumped out of her skin, hastily clutching the unstable bottles on the tray. Phew, thank God, the bottles didn’t break

“What’s your problem, can’t you apologize after bumping into someone” A sharp, biting voice echoed in the air.

Thalassa looked at the newcomer, spotting a face full of hostility It wasn’t her fault, but clients came first. She was about to apologize, but the animosity from the woman made her change her mind

“You!”

“Your” They both exclaimed in surprise.

Isabella eyed Thalassa up and down, snickering. “Well, well, I didn’t expect to see you slumming it in a nightclub. If you’re really struggling, you should have come to me. I could have found you some decent work. After all, I’m a hotshot now, and I own my own company. We’re family. We’re supposed to help each other out.”

From the moment Isabella first saw Thalassa’s boyfriend, Leopold, she was completely smitten. He was just too good–looking, way more attractive than her own boyfriend! Her mind started spinning with wicked ideas. She offered to help Thalassa cook and during the meal, she kept finding excuses to get Leopold to drink.

Until he passed out.

she asked Thalassa to fetch firewood for heating water. Then

despite her relentless pursuit, Leopold showed zero interest in

look. “Move, you’re in

After the incident, she suspected that it was Isabella who had

This woman was conniving

Isabella came into a large sum of money, started a business, and even hooked up

But she couldn’t avoid hearing others sing Isabella’s

her cool. “You dare to talk

Thalassa. With her alluring face and seductive charm,

room swung open, and a man with an aristocratic air stepped out. “What’s all the noise? Aren’t you going

glanced at him and recognized Alaric, the infamous heir to the Falconer group. She knew who she could mess with and who she couldn’t. Falconer definitely fell into the latter category. She gave Alaric a polite nod and a curtsey, then, still bowing, she led her friends away. She was here to have fun,

breath and checked the room number. This was V8.

it right

the man urged.

at their sides. They were all sweet and gentle, some fed the men fruit, while others lit their cigarettes. Except for one man sitting alone with no women by his

a dark, daunting aura, full of

flirting with the girls or singing,

earn commission. One bottle would earn her a thousand dollars, enough for the kids‘ meal for two months. At the moment, her best bet was this man, since he was the only one who seemed to have the time to entertain her But she was new

of the fruit a woman had offered him. “What’s the matter, darling? Are you aiming for a seat next to

Lysander. Don’t bother, love. Lysander only has eyes for one, and it’s

woman he wants, but his heart is already taken by a woman who’s no longer with us. He has no

woman who was no longer with us Such a loyal guy Wonder which lady was so lucky

she didn’t want any misunderstandings. She wasn’t trying to make a move on this hunky guy. She was a mom of four, and life had already worn down all her romantic notions – who had time for that?