The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1710

From the moment Rosalind entered the room, it was clear she had it in for Thalassa. Seeing Thalassa's design hit a snag, Rosalind couldn't help but revel in her misfortune. Rosalind had always seen her as a thorn in her side.

When Thalassa glanced over at Rosalind, Lysander's deep, icy gaze also landed on her. His piercing eyes sent a chill through the air. Rosalind immediately changed her tune from taunting Thalassa to adopting a sweet and gentle demeanor. She sidled up to Lysander, whispering, “Lysander, you went out of your way to help her, and she didn’t even thank you. It breaks my heart to see you like this. Don’t worry, I won’t say another word.”

After her gentle plea, Rosalind guided Lysander back to their seats, seeking the comfort of his presence. It wasn’t concern for Lysander that motivated her; it was pure jealousy of Thalassa! Her design had a hiccup, and Lysander had stepped in to save the day! Lysander was her fiancé, the man she was going to marry. How could he come to another woman’s rescue? Especially Thalassa!

Rosalind's heart was already a whirlwind of jealousy. Her earlier comment was meant to embarrass Thalassa! But under Lysander's reproachful gaze, she had no choice but to suppress her feelings, showing him only tenderness.

Her mother, Matilda, had warned her about her cousin Georgia’s fate. Georgia could have married Alaric if she hadn’t been so quick to anger and jealousy, leading to Alaric leaving and refusing marriage. Rosalind was determined not to make the same mistake as Georgia! No matter what, she had to appear caring and gentle.

When Thalassa saw Lysander and Rosalind together again, the closeness between them stabbed at her heart. She quickly diverted her gaze to the audience, continuing, "I'm not contradicting myself. The designs of these jewels are indeed mine, but the finished product isn't my work."

"And these thumbtacks were clearly tampered with. They’re not part of my original design."

“Evidence? What evidence do you have that you didn’t make these?” Susan demanded loudly. Her question set the crowd murmuring, clearly skeptical of Thalassa’s claim.

Cody, the organizer, was feeling the pressure. This contest, backed by several sponsors with contracts promising them their pick of the designs, was his baby. The sponsors' funds far outweighed the cost of the jewelry, making the event profitable for him. But now, with the contest in jeopardy and facing potential refunds to the sponsors, Cody was in a bind.

Regardless, he knew the show must go on. He couldn’t let one contestant's issue derail the entire event.