The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

When Hertha heard Thalassa's interpretation, she instantly knew a misunderstanding had unfolded. Her voice had risen too high, drawing curious glances from colleagues around.

Feeling a wave of embarrassment, Hertha realized it was too late to cover Thalassa's mouth. She hurriedly leaned in, whispering, "Keep it down, you've got it all wrong."

Thalassa had never seen Hertha so flustered; it was as if she'd seen a ghost. Hertha, usually unshakable, was now dodging gazes and whispering for discretion.

Her unusual behavior tipped Thalassa off that something was up. She nodded, falling silent, and sensed the room's attention shifting away from them. Thalassa then straightened up, doodling absently on a piece of paper as the office returned to its usual quiet.

Lunchtime came around quickly.

Thalassa and Hertha headed out together, sitting across from each other at a cozy diner. Thalassa resumed their earlier conversation, genuinely concerned, "So, Hertha, what's going on with you and Alaric?" Hertha, poking at a plate of pork chops with her fork, sounded defeated, "I had to bail Alaric out of jail last night."

"What did he do this time?" Thalassa asked, intrigued.

With a weary look, Hertha relayed the events, detailing Alaric's latest escapade that ended with a woman hospitalized. Thalassa was stunned. "So, Alaric's been out partying hard again? And got someone hospitalized?"

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her head, Thalassa lamented, "That

decided I'm done with him. For good," Hertha declared

about the kids wanting to

hit Hertha hard, leaving her

back into our lives, letting the kids know he's their dad?" Hertha med, clenching her

the kids didn't know about their dad, I could've kept spinning fairy

"Let's not

now. You

to eat," Thalassa advised,

her plate. "Take

a time;

II

exclaimed, stabbing her fork into the pork chop as if it were Alaric,