The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet by Thalassa (PDF)
Chapter 505

Chapter 505

Having savored a chip herself, Elowen realized that her brother, Atticus, hadn't had any.

How could she enjoy such delectable treats without sharing with her dear brother?

Elowen, holding a chip, extended her tiny chubby hand towards his mouth, “Here, Atticus, try some. They're really good.”

Atticus was engrossed in his work as his gaze was momentarily obstructed by Elowen’s offering.

I seemed to input a wrong character. He thought.

“Try it, Atticus,” Elowen's voice was soft and coaxing.

Atticus accepted the chip quickly, gulping it down as he continued to meticulously bury his IP. However, due to his earlier mistake, a loophole was left.

Left with no choice, he had to force to exit.

Atticus exited his coding interface with a look of disappointment etched on his face. Dorian anxiously approached him, “So, how did it go? Was it successful?”

Atticus gave a nod, then a shake of his head.

The money had been sent to their mom's bank account, but a slight error occurred during his IP concealment. Even though it hadn't been discovered yet, disaster would still loom once the Sinclair Group's IT department noticed it.

Atticus didn't quite grasp the full scope. But he had a nagging feeling that it was far from good. Meanwhile, Thalassa was in a cab, her heart was pounding with anxiety.

Her phone in her pocket buzzed faintly. She ignored that because she was too focused on getting home.

Soon, the Vibrant Oasis Residences came into view.

As Thalassa opened the door, she found the living room empty but heard some noise from the kitchen. Heading towards the source, she could smell something burning. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

A pan was sizzling on the stove, unattended, and she could smell the burn.

Evelyn was standing by the sink; she spaced out, her eyes vacant.

The faucet was running, overflowing the sink and spilling onto the counter; the fresh greens were bobbing along with the overflowing water.

Evelyn was unresponsive.

Rushing in, Thalassa turned off the stove first, then the faucet. Frowning, she admonished, “Mom, what's going on? You can't space out while cooking. What if there's a fire?”

Evelyn snapped back to reality, her eyes wide in shock. Spotting Thalassa, she looked guilty. “Thalassa, you're back...”

“Where are the kids?"

“They're playing in their rooms.”

Relieved to hear they were safe, Thalassa composed herself.

“Mom,” she began, her tone serious. “Did you take the dragon pendant from my drawer and sell it?”

Evelyn's expression turned from shock to indignation. “How dare you accuse me?” She asked. Thalassa sighed, “It's all in the past now. Just give me the money so I can return it”

"What money are you talking about? It's just three hundred dollars. What can you do with that?” Evelyn avoided Thalassa's gaze.

“You mean three million."Thalassa countered, confused as to why her mother was being evasive. “That pendant was entrusted to me by Lysander. We shouldn't have sold it.” Thalassa tried reasoning with Evelyn.

“It was given to you by Lysander, so it's yours. And what's yours is mine. There's no reason to return it. Evelyn argued, although her conviction was wavering. “Anyway, I don’t have any money.” Her breathing was heavy.

Thalassa was stunned, “What do you mean? Where's the money?”.

Suddenly, it dawned on her.

“Mom, did you gamble again?” She gasped.

“No, I just played a few hands of poker and even won a few hundred dollars. I invested all of the three million in a fund. They said it had high returns, and with compound interest, I could make six million in a month.” Evelyn, not one for keeping secrets, spilled the beans under pressure. Thalassa's heart sank. That was a disaster.

“No fund can make that much money. It's a scam.” Thalassa stomped her foot in frustration. Evelyn, who had been contemplating whether she'd been duped, burst into tears at Thalassa’s confirmation.

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