The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

In her eyes, Ethan was just making excuses. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he'd seen it all and rubbed shoulders with the high and mighty. And here he was, claiming to be nervous in front of her, a nobody? Yeah, right! To her, these silver-spoon types had no clue about the value of hard work. To them, wasting was just part of the daily routine. And Lydia? She couldn't stand that kind of attitude. It was clear as day; she and Ethan were like oil and water. "Come on, I'm human too, of course, I get nervous," Ethan said, rubbing his hands together like he was about to make some monumental mistake in front of Lydia.

Lydia eyed him skeptically. "Never got grounded as a kid, huh?"

Ethan, without thinking, responded, "No."

A smirk played on Lydia's lips. "Figures."

"Figures what?" Ethan was puzzled.

Lydia just sipped her water, shaking her head, "Nothing."

It was obvious she was holding back a laugh which only piqued Ethan's curiosity even more.

playful eagerness on his face, "Come on, what is it? If you don't tell me, I might not be able

shot back, putting down her glass with a glance

that's not good for

mock distress. It was so unexpectedly charming that Lydia felt her heart skip a beat. What was he

to do my job!" Lydia averted her gaze, her voice full of feigned confidence as she picked up her glass again to hide

unfortunately, she passed away when

Lydia was

money in the world couldn't save her," Ethan

felt a pang of sympathy, advising him, "You should maintain a

I might really lose my appetite. You know, skipping meals is bad for the stomach.

SW it."