The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Alaric grabbed Hertha's hand, ready to lead the way.

Hertha yanked herself back, shaking off his grip with a look of disdain. "Oh, please, let's just go by ourselves. If you come along and start acting all high and mighty, we'll have to babysit you the whole time, which will ruin our appetite."

With a laugh, she looped her arm through Thalassa's. "It'll just be us girls, free and easy. We can chat about whatever we want. How great is that?"

Alaric opened his mouth to protest, but Hertha cut him off, "Zip it, will you?"

Alaric: ".

"

She called him delicate, and he couldn't even argue back?

As Hertha and Thalassa took a few steps, Hertha suddenly paused, turning to address Callum still lounging on the sofa. "Mr. Gordon, you should head back. Thalassa will ring you up once her designs are ready. No need to swing by her place."

"You're hitting a food truck

eyes, gleaming with a hint of mischief, flitted between Thalassa and Hertha, clearly hoping for a free

to say something when Hertha quickly interjected, "Mr. Gordon, it's a girls' night out. We've got loads of

way, Callum and Alaric didn't have much choice

a look,

gestured for Alaric to lead the

annoyed, just glanced at him and left on his

off then." Callum bid Thalassa goodbye

free from the guys, Hertha, smiling reassuringly at Thalassa, took her

alive with neon lights, and

seven in the evening, it was peak time, and the place was jam-packed. S~ᴇaʀᴄh

enjoying their meals without the stiff formalities of high society. It was all about

a beer, her voice bubbly and uplifting. "Thalassa, forget about men. Aside from continuing the family line, they're not much help to women. We can live just as fabulously on our own. Let men be like

her up. Even though she hadn't mentioned a word about

understood her