The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 186
Thalassa strutted out of the Sinclair family mansion, head held high, spine straight as an arrow. She would be damned before
she let herself look lesser than anyone else.
Zephyr watched her haughty retreat, fuming to the point of near explosion, his breath coming in heavy pants.
This woman was unbearably arrogant!
She was out of line and had the audacity to act so high and mighty!
She was beyond redemption!
With a deep and cold huff, Zephyr headed out to the mansion’s garden.
He was curious to see how this woman planned to escape. The Sinclair mansion was on top of a hill, and it was practically
impossible for taxis to come up here. Without a ride, how was she planning to leave? Would she come crawling back, begging
them to send a car to take her down the hill?
Thalassa stormed out of the Sinclair mansion, her heart aflame with anger.
This was an absolute outrage!
They looked down on her background, thought she wasn’t good enough for Lysander, and to top it all off, they accused her of
using) underhanded tactics to climb up the social ladder!
If they didn’t like her, they should’ve just said so instead of using such insulting excuses to kick her out!
Was this the so–called upbringing of the rich and privileged?
Thalassa seethed, her breathing becoming erratic.
After she left the mansion, Thalassa realized she was on top of a hill with a winding road leading downhill that seemed to stretch
on forever
How long would it take her to walk down?

She was still wearing the dress Lysander had gotten her from the designer store yesterday. It was a fitted mermaid dress with a
plunging neckline. It was a bit revealing, but she had her jacket to cover it up, so it wasn’t too bad.
She had worn the pajamas Sybil had prepared for her when she slept last night.
When she woke up, she didn’t have anything else to wear, so she had to put on yesterday’s dress again.
The dress looked good on her, but it wasn’t exactly ideal for walking.
And she was in high heels. Walking downhill in high heels would be a nightmare.
What was she going to do?
Was she really going to swallow her pride and go back to ask Lysander for a ride?
Thalassa was torn. She had wanted to leave last night, but Lysander had clearly indicated that he didn’t want to send her off.
Why should she beg anyone?
The Sinclairs had already looked down on her. She wasn’t going to make things worse by going back and begging them.
It was just a walk down the hill. It wasn’t the end of the world!
Decided, Thalassa found a rock by the roadside and knocked off the heels of her shoes, turning them into flats. She continued
her journey down the hill, clutching her mermaid dress and walking carefully in her makeshift flats. Zephyr paced in the garden,
expecting Thalassa to come back begging for a ride..
But two hours passed, the day fully dawned, and Thalassa never returned.
Did she really walk down the hill by herself?
That was unexpected.
He went back inside. Lysander had gotten up and came downstairs, his face cold and a hint of worry in his eyes. He asked,
“Grandpa, where’s Thalassa?”
Last night, he had been working in his study for a while and dozed off on the couch around three or four in the morning.
In the morning. Lysander went to the master bedroom to wake Thalassa so they could leave the hilltop mansion and go to work.

But to his surprise, the master bedroom was empty.
Lysander initially thought she had gotten up early and was waiting for him downstairs. But she was nowhere to be found, and she
didn’t