The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

"You're still making excuses!" the man bellowed, pointing a menacing finger at Thalassa.

"Ah!" Suddenly, as he pointed at Thalassa, Lysander lifted his cane and struck the man's hand, eliciting a cry of pain. The man quickly turned to Lysander, only to meet his icy glare. Swallowing his anger, the man bowed his head in a show of respect, unable to voice his fury.

Lysander's voice, deep and tinged with restrained anger, cut through the tension. "Whether or not she's behind the design, you weren't harmed. Why the rush to lay hands on her? What are you hiding? Who put you up to this?"

His words went straight to the heart of the matter.

The man who confronted Thalassa was a stranger to her, with no apparent reason to harbor such resentment over a mere design.

People are driven by their own interests. If someone threatens those, they become the enemy.

the bidding stage yet, and this gentleman hadn't purchased anything from Thalassa. Did he really

Mr. Sinclair, what are you implying? I was just... standing up for what's right. Nobody sent me. I just can't

to leave as if fearing he'd be unable to escape if he delayed any longer. Thalassa watched Lysander's retreating back with gratitude. He had shielded

over; the mess still needed

forward,

to Lysander's intervention, the previously hostile crowd held

her gaze icy as it swept over

a shiver run down her spine. Thalassa seemed to carry a bit of Lysander's imposing aura. Was it possible that

me the anklet in your hand, and hand over all the

was incensed. Who was Thalassa to

pressure that no

was being enveloped by a cold mist,

removed all her accessories and handed them over to