The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1215

Hertha paused for a second before asking curiously, "How on earth did Lysander find out you were with me when we saw Spencer? Didn't you take the afternoon off to go with me? Has he got some kind of radar on you?"

"Nah, I doubt it. That tracking necklace he gave me last Christmas has been turned into scrap metal. I've checked around and there's nothing that could be containing a tracker," Thalassa replied while rummaging through her stuff.

"It must be Alaric Falconer ratting us out to Lysander!" Hertha's thoughts quickly turned dark, and her anger flared up.

"Who knows," Thalassa admitted, having harbored the same suspicion.

"It's definitely that jerk. I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind!" Hertha fumed, gritting her teeth, then abruptly ended the call, all fired up and ready for a showdown.

Thalassa, still holding her phone, wanted to urge Hertha to cool off. But it was already too late.

Well, let Hertha and Alaric sort out their own mess.

Thalassa slung her backpack over her shoulder and stepped out of the Crawley Group building.

Reaching the curb, she was about to head across the street to wait at the bus stop when a sleek black BMW pulled up alongside her. She stepped aside, thinking she was in the way, but the car crept along with her instead.

Stopping in her tracks, Thalassa looked at the BMW with a mix of curiosity and caution.

The back window rolled down to reveal a man's face. He had a kind and approachable look, his genteel charm was both soothing and inviting.

"Callum!" Thalassa gasped in surprise. She had thought someone was deliberately blocking her path, but the last thing she expected was to see Callum, whom she hadn't seen in ages.

The last encounter had been a brief one at the entrance of a golf club, right before he was swarmed by reporters asking about the Crest Summit Hotel scandal.