The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1287

Chapter 1287 

Mentioning Thalassa’s four kids brought a sparkle to Evelyn’s eyes, her heart swelled with warmth. But then, the thought of them staying with their father and beyond her reach whenever she wished to see them cast a shadow over her spirits. 

After they finished eating, Thalassa and Evelyn started to pack their bags, getting ready to 

hit the road. 

Callum had intended to see them off, but Thalassa insisted, “You should rest that injured leg of yours, just head back to your room. No need to trouble yourself with the ups and downs.” 

“Have you guys booked your ride?” Callum asked, always sweating the small stuff. 

“It’s all set,” Thalassa assured him. 

“Alright then, I won’t see you out. Safe ride.” Callum conceded. 

Dragging their suitcases, Thalassa and Evelyn stepped into the elevator and descended to the hotel lobby. 

Thalassa handed her room key and ID to the receptionist with a curt, “Checking out!” 

She couldn’t shake off the irritation from earlier when she called the desk to request fresh sheets and the receptionist answered with a tone dripping with condescension. 

A vacation was supposed to be joyful, yet it seemed wherever they went, they stumbled upon snobbery, souring the mood. 

The receptionist glanced over her shoulder at Thalassa’s brusque tone and processed the checkout with an air of impatience. 

Thalassa, already harboring a grudge against this receptionist, now felt her patience wearing thin at the receptionist’s dismissive behavior. 

Barely containing her anger, Thalassa said coldly, “Keep up this attitude, and I’ll be on the phone to complain about you!” 

The receptionist turned, her face a mask of indifference, “Exactly which part of my service seems poor to you? Aren’t I processing your checkout as you asked?” 

Just as Thalassa was about to escalate the confrontation, Evelyn stepped in and tugged at her arm, “Let it go. Let’s just get out of here as soon as possible.” 

All Evelyn wanted was to get back home and have a good rest. 

Yielding to Evelyn’s persuasion, Thalassa shot the receptionist a glare but let the matter slide. 

The checkout was completed swiftly, and the receptionist handed back her ID. 

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Thalassa snatched it and retorted, “Now you can give that room to the gentleman you were so eager to please!” 

With that, she wheeled her suitcase around and stormed off. 

Evelyn hurried after her, trying to soothe her, “Locals can be tough on outsiders; just let it slide.”