The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1008
Lysander strode into the Draven International Hotel’s banquet hall with Thalassa at his side. The event was a curious blend of
ancient charm and modern extravagance, with fossil displays that might have belonged in a museum rather than a social
gathering. Instead of the usual buffet of appetizers and entrees, the long tables were laden with an array of jade jewelry-
pendants, bracelets, circular pendants, and all manner of trinkets. It seemed less like a party and more like an upscale antique
market.
The attendees were all significant business magnates, each impeccably dressed in tailored suits, exuding an air of affluence and
propriety. Their interactions laced with the polite formalities of a bygone era of scholars and artists.
Thalassa, grateful for her choice of understated attire, remained close to Lysander, relieved not to draw attention. She preferred
the shadows to the spotlight, aiming to diminish her presence rather than accentuate it.
“You’ve made it, Lysander.” greeted Richard Draven with effusive warmth. His expression brightened as he noted Thalassa, who
was standing by Lysander’s side. “And Thalassa, what a pleasure to see you again.” He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing full
well the trouble he’d have faced with Lysander if any harm had come to her the previous night.
Thalassa nodded politely in response, choosing not to engage in conversation. She recalled that Ethan had told her that Richard
called him last night and asked for her number, undoubtedly to ensure she was escorted home safely – a plan foiled upon finding
her missing. It must have been Richard who alerted Lysander to her disappearance. How else could Lysander have abruptly
appeared at the Crest Summit hotel in the accompany of a bunch of people with such urgency?
“Mr. Joshua is awaiting your presence in the private room, Lysander. I’ll lead the way.” Richard said, his tone shifting to one of
seriousness.
He led the way, and Lysander walked behind him. In comparison to the latter’s august and intimidating manner, Richard looked
almost like a pageboy.
As they passed through the banquet hall, Lysander’s innate aristocratic demeanor drew the gaze
of many an entrepreneur. They dared only to sneak furtive glances, not brazen enough to stare openly.
Thalassa could feel the weight of the collective attention as she followed behind them. It was not on her, but on Lysander. By his
side, she too basked in the limelight, albeit vicariously.

“Mr. Joshua, Mr. Sinclair has arrived.” announced Richard, pushing open the door to the private room with a hospitable smile.
Joshua rose to greet Lysander, his imposing frame and broad shoulders indicative of a man who, despite middle age and a few
lines of wisdom, still retained a mature, rugged
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handsomeness that hinted a charm in his younger ages.
“Lysander, you’ve grown more distinguished with the years.” Joshua remarked, clasping Lysander’s shoulder with a warm,
affable grin.
“Joshua, you’ve not lost your edge.” Lysander replied. It had been five years since an injury had landed him in Thalassa’s barn,
entwining their fates. After their encounter, he had searched for her but only to believe she had perished. Then he sought
treatment abroad, where his correspondence with Joshua had deepened.
Lysander and Joshua shared a camaraderie akin to distant brotherhood.
Thalassa watched and astounded as Lysander uttered a compliment. To her surprise, that man who was always so stern, so
cold, was capable of praise. It was as if she had witnessed the sun rising from the west.
“Ha! Lysander, you’ve learned the art of conversation. That’s refreshing. You seem vibrant than the silent and stoic man I knew.”
Joshua laughed heartily and patted Lysander’s back.
“Come, take a seat. There’s much I wish to discuss with you.” Joshua invited. He re to his seat and gestured for Lysander to join
him across the table.
Lysander sat, and Thalassa, unsure of her place, remained standing beside him, feel very much like an unobtrusive servant
waiting to attend to his needs.
“And you too, Miss. Please take a seat. Don’t be shy. Sit by Lysander; it’s all right.” Joshua said kindly to Thalassa, alleviating
her awkwardness with the grace of a benevolent elder.