The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 3

Thalassa gingerly balanced a tray, making her way towards V8. She was petrified that she might accidentally smash the expensive booze.

"Ah!" Suddenly, someone emerged from the intersection, bumping into Thalassa and letting out a startled yelp.-

Thalassa nearly jumped out of her skin, hastily clutching the unstable bottles on the tray. Phew, thank God, the bottles didn't break.

"What's your problem, can't you apologize after bumping into someone!" A sharp, biting voice echoed in the air.

Thalassa looked at the newcomer, spotting a face full of hostility. It wasn't her fault, but clients came first. She was about to apologize, but the animosity from the woman made her change her mind.

“You!”

“You!” They both exclaimed in surprise.

Isabella eyed Thalassa up and down, snickering, “Well, well, I didn’t expect to see you slumming it in a nightclub. If you’re really struggling, you should have come to me. I could have found you some decent work. After all, I’m a hotshot now, and I own my own company. We're family. We're supposed to help each other out."

From the moment Isabella first saw Thalassa's boyfriend, Leopold, she was completely smitten. He was just too good-looking, way more attractive than her own boyfriend! Her mind started spinning with wicked ideas. She offered to help Thalassa cook and during the meal, she kept finding excuses to get Leopold to drink.

Until he passed out.

Using the excuse that Thalassa and Leopold needed to bathe, she asked Thalassa to fetch firewood for heating water. Then she locked Thalassa in the woodshed, and tricked Leopold to have sex with her.

Afterwards, despite her relentless pursuit, Leopold showed zero interest in her. Eventually, she had to give up.

Thalassa shot her a dirty look. "Move, you're in my way!"

Thalassa was no fool. After the incident, she suspected that it was Isabella who had locked her in the shed and shamelessly seduced Leopold!

Isabella ruined her bright future! This woman was conniving and shameless.

Unfortunately, life wasn't always fair. Somehow, Isabella came into a large sum of money, started a business, and even hooked up with a rich boyfriend.

After what happened five years ago, Thalassa cut off all communication with Isabella. But she couldn't avoid hearing others sing Isabella's praises, about how successful she was now, how blissful her life was.

Hearing this, Isabella lost her cool. "You dare to talk to me like that?"

She rolled up her sleeves, ready for a fight. She had always disliked Thalassa. With her alluring face and seductive charm, men were easily ensnared by her. Leopold was the prime example!

Before she could confront Thalassa, the door to the VIP room swung open, and a man with an aristocratic air stepped out. "What's all the noise? Aren't you going to deliver the order?"

Isabella glanced at him and recognized Alaric, the infamous heir to the Falconer group. She knew who she could mess with and who she couldn't. Falconer definitely fell into the latter category. She gave Alaric a polite nod and a curtsey, then, still bowing, she led her friends away. She was here to have fun, not to pick a fight with an insignificant woman and offend such an important figure.

After Isabella left, Thalassa took a deep breath and checked the room number. This was V8.

"I'm sorry. I'll deliver it right away," she responded quickly.

Her voice was like a bolt of lightning, unlocking something deep within him, a feeling long buried. Why did this woman's voice sound so familiar?

"Is the booze really good? Have you tried it?" Alaric switched the topic.

Thalassa honestly replied, "Nope."

"Then crack open a bottle, give it a try, and tell us what it's like. If it's good, we'll buy it. If not, sorry, we don't do bad booze." Richard looked on expectantly.

They could've dismissed her, but Lysander actually looked at her, didn't get mad, and didn't ask her to leave! Weird!

For the first time, Lysander didn't send away a woman who seemed to be making a move on him. Could it be that Lysander was interested in this woman? How could they miss this golden opportunity to tease Lysander?

Thalassa felt caught in a bind. How would she know what kind of booze they liked?

If she opened a bottle and they didn't like it, would the cost be on her? These guys were so cunning; they were just messing with her.

If she left now, she would offend them, and they'd think she was disrespecting them.

Thalassa was really stuck between a rock and a hard place. But she could handle it.

"How about this, I'll pour a glass for each of your ladies, let them taste it and tell you what it's like. This way, you won't think I'm overselling it. How's that?" Thalassa cleverly passed the buck to them.