The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Hertha saw the crestfallen expression on Thalassa's face and tightened her grip on Thalassa's arm. With a polite tone, she said to the lady behind the counter, "We'd really appreciate your help with this..."

Then, guiding Thalassa away from the counter, Hertha could see that her friend was still deeply troubled. Leaning in closer, she whispered, "Thalassa, you're just starting out in the design world. Having your work produced and up for sale is already a huge achievement. When I first started in this industry, I began as an assistant. I didn't even have the chance to sketch my own designs, let alone see them made and sold."

"This industry is all about building up experience. It took me years to gain even a modest reputation. And even now, my name is barely known compared to the big shots. It's a long road ahead, but don't be disheartened. Give it a few years, and you'll definitely surpass me," Hertha comforted Thalassa.

Thalassa turned to look at Hertha, about to explain that her worry wasn't about her own work not selling, but rather concern for Lysander's situation.

He had just returned to the Sinclair group, and this project was his first upon returning. If it failed, would the veteran shareholders of the Sinclair group start doubting Lysander, thinking his intellect and business acumen had declined during his three-year coma?

Before Thalassa could voice her concerns, a familiar voice caught their attention.

"None of these pieces have sold?"

stopped mid-sentence and turned around to see David standing in front of the counter, inquiring about the

seemed interested at first, but as soon as they heard the designer's name wasn't well-known, they backed

promote them more actively. Maybe organize some events to encourage purchases. It's imperative we improve sales

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ordered three Americanos and, after some small talk, dove into the heart of the matter.

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