The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1718

Cody truly lived up to his role as the host. He had a knack for smoothing over any awkward situation with his witty remarks, turning potential disasters into moments of light-hearted fun.

As soon as he spoke, all eyes were drawn to Lysander, seated at the front. The decision of who would win the contest ultimately rested in his hands.

Unfazed and as imposing as ever, Lysander’s icy demeanor didn't waver. His piercing gaze locked onto Cody, betraying no emotion.

Rosalind, sitting by his side, gracefully took the blank sheet of paper from in front of him with a polite smile. "Let me make the choice for you, Lysander," she said.

Without any objection from Lysander, his silence was as good as consent.

Cody, seizing the moment, laughed and joked, "Mr. Sinclair and his fiancée are such a lovey-dovey couple, aren't they? United in thought and action. Having Ms. Sinclair cast the vote on behalf of Mr. Sinclair is just like the man himself making the decision."

In doing so, Cody not only complimented Lysander for indulging his fiancée but also clarified that Rosalind's vote was as valid as Lysander's, maintaining the fairness of the contest.

This quip not only flattered Lysander but also silenced any potential whispers among the audience.

Thalassa watched Rosalind scribble a number on the sheet, her eyelashes casting shadows as she turned away, no longer looking at Lysander and Rosalind. She had already resigned herself to not winning; she knew Rosalind's animosity towards her was too strong, especially after siding with Susan earlier. This vote wasn't going to be in her favor.

But soon, Rosalind folded the paper, handing it over to a staff member, and the result quickly made its way to Cody.

After glancing at the paper, Cody's smile deepened. He turned towards the audience and the press, raising his voice to announce, "Mr. Sinclair's vote goes to contestant number 3, designer Thalassa! Our champion of this rematch is Thalassa!"

Success wasn't just about talent; it was also about mastering social grace. To go far, one had to learn how to navigate the world.

Nodding, Thalassa stood up, faced the crowd behind her, and bowed humbly, "Thank you, everyone. I'll continue to work hard."

Just then, Zoey stood up and approached her. Dressed in an ivory business suit, her makeup impeccable, she exuded both the efficiency of the workplace and an undeniable allure.

Reaching Thalassa, Zoey extended her hand, "Congratulations, Thalassa. I knew you could do it."

As Thalassa shook her hand, she couldn't help but feel grateful, responding with a heartfelt, "Thank you."