The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 948

Thalassa could sense the daggers in every icy glare that Charlotte directed her way. A barely noticeable smirk played on her lips as she recalled the last time Charlotte had attempted to frame her for theft.

It had blown up spectacularly in Charlotte's face when Lysander, in front of a crowd no less, exposed her ploy, leading to Zephyr announcing the cancellation of the Sinclair-Ravensong family alliance in a fit of rage.

Yet, here was Charlotte, not even bothering to apologize, instead choosing to throw shade at Thalassa as if she had any right to do so.

On a normal day, Thalassa would have settled the score, but today she was here on behalf of Crawley Group, with business to attend to. Personal vendettas would have to wait.

Ignoring Charlotte's provocative gaze, Thalassa's eyes drifted to the man seated next to her. It was none other than Richard Draven, the young owner of the Draven Antique Shop.

Richard and Charlotte sitting together? Was he here for the interview as well? Perhaps as Charlotte's friend?

Ignoring Charlotte's earlier attempt to engage her, Thalassa seated herself across from them, her smile cool and distant. She turned to Richard and said, "Mr. Draven, it’s quite unexpected to have your company for the interview today."

Richard caught the inquisitive tone in her voice and responded with a slight smile, "The Shop hasn’t been busy lately, so I thought I'd keep an old friend company."

His gaze softened as he looked at Charlotte, who seemed oblivious to the affection in his eyes. Her own eyes, marked with precision, remained fixated on Thalassa, wielding a look that could incite wars.

Charlotte was indignant that Thalassa had ignored her, her privileged upbringing making it impossible for her to accept such disregard.

The fire in Charlotte's heart was stoked by Thalassa's nonchalant demeanor.

Suddenly, Charlotte stood up, towering over Thalassa, "I'm speaking to you, did you not hear me? My engagement to Lysander might be off, but I'm the journalist interviewing you today. How dare you treat me with such disrespect!"

"Alright, alright, we're here for an interview, aren't we? Why are we fighting before it's even begun?" Richard interjected, rising to his feet to gently lower Charlotte's accusatory hand, trying to soothe the situation, "Let's focus on the task at hand and set aside the irrelevant matters."

Charlotte shot Richard a quick glance, catching his pleading eyes urging her to calm down. However, the sting of being ignored by Thalassa proved too much for Charlotte. In her frustration, she let out a childish outburst, "Ugh!"

She stamped her foot, her outrage akin to that of an immature child throwing a tantrum.

Thalassa watched as Charlotte almost descended into a foot-stomping frenzy across from her, wondering how someone so impulsive and thoughtless ever became a TV journalist.

Must be connections, Thalassa mused. Without her family's influence, Charlotte probably couldn't land even the most menial of jobs.

"Alright, alright, don't get all worked up. Let's sit and get this important interview started, shall we?" Richard coaxed her back into her seat, a gentle reminder of their purpose there.