The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Back in the day. Celia ended up biting the dust when she accidentally drowned in a pond.

Technically speaking, there should be no connection between her and Lysander

Lysander had no relatives in Celia’s family

She lived with Astrid for over 20 years and never heard a peep about any connection between their

family and Lysander.

Lysander was engrossed in paying his respects, not giving any answers to her questions.

After hearing Thalassa’s question, Isabella’s heart started racing fast like a cheetah, fearing her lies

would be busted. She hastily said, “I spilled the beans to Mr. Sinclair. He’s a peach, and he felt sorry for

Celia What’s wrong with him paying his respects?”

Thalassa frowned and kept quiet.

Turned out that Isabella was the one who spilled the tea about Celia to Lysander.

Seemed like Isabella and Lysander were tight, otherwise, why would she blab about family matters to

Lysander?

And why was Lysander so invested in Isabella’s family, even going out of his way for Celia?

If Isabella and Lysander weren’t close, how could she waltz in and out of the Sinclair group and even

Lysander’s office?

Just how close they were, though, remained to be seen.

Lysander stood by the grave, gazing deeply at the tombstone.

This was the woman he was close to five years ago. He felt like it was just last night when he could

sense her vivacious and tender touch.

But now she was six feet under forever.

Looked like it was time for him to move on.

“Mr. Sinclair, you’ve traveled a long way to get to Hollowbrook, you must be starving. Why not come to

my place? I’ll cook up a storm.” Isabella was all smiles and showed much respect as she hovered

around Lysander

Lysander turned his head, and his deep gaze fell on Thalass. “I’ll go to her place.”

He wanted to see the place where Celia grew up.

Thalassa was taken aback. Lysander wanted to have dinner at her place?

After hearing this, Isabella was instantly on pins and needles. She quickly said. “Mr. Sinclair, her place

is a bit shabby: it’s not prepared to host a meal. I’m afraid they can’t entertain you properly. You should

come to my place; we will take good care of you.

Thalassa’s place was indeed rundown, and she had just returned home, so she missed the morning

market. There was no food at home to entertain Lysander.

All they had were some homegrown vegetables, which was way too simple

Lysander was loaded and very high class; he was used to fine dining, so he might not be accustomed

to such simple food.

Lysander, with his high status, should be treated to the best.

Besides, if Lysander were to dine at Thalassa’s place, and if Thalassa brought up Celia’s death and the

incident five years ago where Lysander was saved by a woman in the woodshed… Everything would

be out in the open.

All her hard-earned wealth would go down the drain.

The thought of this made Isabella’s heart flutter with fear.

“Cut the crap and lead the way!” Lysander’s stern face and tone were uncompromising

His assertive attitude and words made Thalassa feel oppressed, causing her shoulders to shake

involuntarily.

His aura was overwhelmingly strong, making Thalassa feel a bit scared.

All she could do was swallow her fear and lead him home.

Isabella seemed to keep her cool on the outside, but she was actually a hot mess inside.

What now? Lysander was hell-bent on going to Thalassa’s place. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

No way she could let this happen! She had to tail them the whole way.

She absolutely couldn’t let Thalassa and Lysander bring up the incident from five years ago.

Thalassa led the way, and Lysander followed closely behind her. However, Isabella tailed Lysander and

kept up with his every step, afraid of falling behind.