The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 545

Chapter 545 

“I still don’t know.” 

But, whatever she set her mind to, she would do. 

Even if it meant banging her head against a brick wall, even if it meant crashing and burning, she wouldn’t cease. 

“We need to devise a foolproof plan,” Hertha said, her tone cool but resolute. She had been moved by the determination in Thalassa’s eyes. 

“Don’t worry, the kids won’t suffer in Lysander’s place. They’re his flesh and blood, after all. Plus, they’re living in a mansion, tended by housekeepers. Their life is far better than here.” 

Hertha comforted her by patting Thalassa’s shoulder gently. 

Hertha was telling the truth. Thalassa felt a bit relieved hearing them. 

Lysander’s living conditions were indeed far better than hers. The kids were living in spacious rooms, each one had their own; they wouldn’t need to cram like they used to with her. 

And they wouldn’t need to live from hand to mouth. 

Knowing her children were receiving such lavish treatment brought a bitter-sweet feeling to Thalassa. 

“Come on, 

cheer up. If you’re feeling down, let’s hit the bar for a drink. Let’s go loosen up a bit,” Hertha continued. 

Thalassa was indeed in a state of panic. She needed to relax in order to come up with a plan to see her children. 

She followed Hertha to the bar. It was a lively place. 

The heavy metal music was blaring; the dance floor was filled with young, beautiful people, swaying their bodies to the rhythm of the music. 

Thalassa and Hertha were sitting a the bar and drinking quite a lot of whiskey. 

Whiskey was the perfect remedy for sorrow. 

After a few drinks, Thalassa started feeling dizzy. 

Hertha, on the other hand, became more lively and rowdy. 

“Let’s go dance,” she suggested, pulling Thalassa’s hand. “Let’s dance our worries away.” 

Thalassa was too drunk to move; she was seeing double of everything around her. 

“I can’t, I can barely stand. You go ahead, I’ll wait here.” 

Seeing Thalassa’s drunk state, Hertha did not push her,”Alright, stay put and don’t wander off.” 

With that, Hertha hopped off to the dance floor, joining the crowd. 

Thalassa leaned her head on her hand, watching as the neon lights illuminated Hertha’s bubbly dance moves. The effect of the whiskey was hitting her hard. 

Her head was becoming heavier and heavier the longer she sal. 

“Hey there, all alone?” a voice from the side tried to flirt.