Thalassa and Hertha's latest design project was a hit, something Callum and Reginald realized too late, kicking themselves for not jumping on the opportunity to invest. It seemed illogical, even reckless, for seasoned businessmen like them to pre-order the next project without even a glimpse of the design. What if, knowing they had a guaranteed sale, Thalassa and Hertha decided to slack off and cobble together something subpar? Wouldn't they worry about that?

But Callum was resolute, his nod firm. "Yes, we've decided to purchase whatever you come up with next. Because it's your creation, Thalassa. Anything from you is bound to be exceptional."

His words, spoken with a seriousness that replaced his usual playful gaze, made Thalassa's heart flutter with unease.

"Mr. Gordon, this is no small matter..."

"Did you notice I dressed differently today?" Callum shifted the conversation from business to something more personal, catching Thalassa off guard.

Indeed, he wasn't wearing his usual monochromatic attire. Instead of beige or khaki shirts paired with black trousers, today he sported a blue plaid shirt, trendy slim-fit pants, and stylish leather

oddly familiar to Thalassa,

voice, smooth and comforting, revealed the answer: "Yes,

Leopold's preferred youthful fashion, brought back a flood of memories. Leopold, with

felt like a vice gripped her heart, the pain and breathlessness

G

YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES

you? You haven't forgotten him," Callum's direct question struck deep, forcing Thalassa to face her unresolved feelings. Clutching her chest, struggling for air, she deflected, "Mr.

Leopold, and as his best friend, I know everything

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