The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1442
“Look, I’m guessing this kind of thing is a bit over your head. Let me call the cops for and you dial 911, tell them there’s been a
car crash and someone’s hurt.”
The driver was managing the situation while he whipped out his cell to call the local police.
He was trying to cut down the time it would take to handle the crash. Every minute saved could be a minute closer to saving a
life.
“Okay, okay, I’m calling for an ambulance.” Georgia’s voice was small and shaky, her nerves getting the best of her.
She spun in place, patting her pockets like she couldn’t find her phone.
After a minute of fumbling, as if it finally dawned on her, she dashed to her car to look for her mobile.
By that time, the driver had already hung up with the police and noticed Georgia still searching. The woman in the car was still
bleeding from her forehead, and it was gut-wrenching to see.
The driver went ahead and dialed for an ambulance, too.
Five minutes had passed since his call to the police when Georgia finally found her phone. She was visibly distraught and
gasping for air as she thanked him, “Sir, I can’t thank you enough. I’d be lost without your help, I wouldn’t even know where to
start.”
While Georgia said this on the surface, she was seething with irritation inside.
Mind your own business!
Did he really think Georgia Reed, the heir to the Reed family fortune, wouldn’t know how to call the police and an ambulance
after a crash?
The driver politely responded, “No worries, saving lives is what’s important.”
Soon enough, the police and ambulance arrived.

They rushed Hertha to the hospital, and after assessing the scene, the police cleared the cars to the side. The road was open
again, and the city’s hustle and bustle resumed as if nothing had happened.
Thalassa returned to Hollowbrook late into the night. She parked her car in the driveway of her home.
Three years ago, a villa built for her family by Lysander was destroyed by a bomb dropped from a helicopter, leaving her and her
aunt homeless.
Later, Thalassa used the $200,000 she’d saved from her secretarial job to clear the rubble from the original site and had a
modest two-story house built.
It wasn’t as luxurious as the villa, but it was enough for her and her aunt.
After exchanging brief pleasantries with her aunt at home, Thalassa headed over to a friend’s place in the same village.
The rural nights were quieter than the city’s. Most of the village homes were shut after eight o’clock, with residents either
watching TV or getting ready for bed.
Thalassa knocked on the door, and a voice called out from inside.
As the door opened, a warm glow spilled out, qutting through the darkness and illuminating Thalassa’s face.
“Thalassa, what brings you back all of a sudden? I was just talking to Astrid this afternoon, and you weren’t home,” Lydia said,
surprised to see her.
Lydia was Thalassa’s childhood friend, and they had grown up together. They were close, but after Thalassa got into college,
Lydia chose to join the military instead of pursuing her studies. So they hadn’t seen each other in a while.
Lydia was a tall girl, standing at 5’9′′. With a short haircut and a forthright personality, she looked much like a tomboy.