The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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Rosalind rose gracefully, a practiced smile playing on her lips. "Thalassa," she cooed, her voice honeyed with charm, "I didn't mean it that way. You've been such a help to Lysander and the Sinclairs. I'm sure they'll show their gratitude. You don't need to worry about any benefits from us. Compared to the Sinclairs, what could we possibly offer?"

Rosalind had a way with words, and as she locked eyes with Thalassa, her gaze was liquid warmth, her smile brimming with intellect. It was a display of breeding in every nuanced expression.

When Thalassa had first met Rosalind three years ago, she was struck by her poise, her elegance, and her well-read charm.

She was everything Thalassa felt she could never be.

But after meeting Rosalind, with her air of cultured grace and the unmistakable scent of academia about her, Thalassa truly understood what it meant to be refined,

before Rosalind, Thalassa couldn't help but feel like the epitome of

shifted her demeanor when facing Thalassa,

was precarious at best, and the idea of receiving benefits from them was a stretch. Thalassa met Rosalind's gaze with a cool smile. "Thank you for your concern, dear

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the picture of modesty. "You grew up in the countryside, handling everything life threw at you. You've weathered more storms than I've seen rainy

attempt to argue would

now, let's not stand on ceremony. The meal's ready," Joshua chimed in,