The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Thalassa had been swamped lately, pouring her soul into designing drafts and competing. She hadn't even thought to check in with Lydia. "Lysander, the turnout today is insane, just look at the sea of contestants," Rosalind struck up a conversation, trying to break the ice.

Her words were bubbling with excitement, yet no reply came. Snapping back to reality, she turned to Lysander, only to find him staring intently in a particular direction, his gaze deep and thoughtful, as if he was lost in something profound.

Curiosity piqued, Rosalind followed his gaze, and her eyes landed on Thalassa, seated in a spot that was hard to miss!

Even from the back and side, Rosalind recognized her instantly. Thalassa's pure aura was unmistakable. Her slightly chubby cheeks, her skin glowing like the moon, and her hair tied in the simplest ponytail made her look innocently youthful, almost like a high schooler!

Even Rosalind, another woman, couldn't help but steal more glances, let alone a man?

Seeing Thalassa, Rosalind's previously buoyant mood plummeted, a wave of irritation surging within her.

anger as she glared at Thalassa, her grip tightening on

in the VIP section, right this way, please,"

to Thalassa, separated only by

swirling with jealousy and rage, she now had to sit next to Thalassa with Lysander. How could

told the organizer, "This spot is too busy. If someone

spot over there? It's much quieter," the

Lysander said succinctly, his gaze fixed on the stage

head-nodding and bowing only to receive a two-word response from Lysander,

smiled at Lysander, "I'm

sit down, the competition is about to start," Lysander

but forced to maintain a facade of grace and poise She nodded at the organizer, saying, "No need to change seats then, we'll

if you need anything," the organizer said, leaving

noticing Lysander and Rosalind seated nearby, couldn't help