The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 47

She told Hertha about what she saw when she was working in the nightclub the other day. Alaric was surrounded by women, even enjoying the sight of beauty feeding him fruit.

She wasn’t trying to be a buzzkill for Hertha, she just wanted to let her know the kind of scene her potential beau was in and the kind of sketchy stuff he’s been up to before she got all heart eyed

So that Hertha could brace herself

As Hertha’s bestie, it was her duty to give her a heads-up and let her know whether the guy was a keeper or a total douche before she decided to fall head over heels

She couldn’t let Hertha dive in headfirst, knowing fully well that there was something fishy about the guy.

It would be too late by the time she was truly head over heels and then found out he’s a jerk.

Hearing Thalassa’s description, Hertha’s fiery heart seemed to have been doused with cold water, and she cooled down a bit.

She pouted and asked. ‘Is he really that flaky?”

“Why would I lie to you? Didn’t you hear him calling me a nightclub waitress when he greeted me just now?” Thalassa stepped forward, took her arm, told her to take it seriously.

all grumpy “Guess you really can’t judge a

turned out to be a

www

a pity. The feelings that were just starting to stir in

go home. Thalassa took her arm, hailed a tax on the street, and the two of them

Hertha’s contact info, immediately checked her WhatsApp

status updates and found out that she’s quite narcissistic, posting

big eyes, and

finally let out the laugh he’d been holding in, laughing so hard he was bending over

“Hahaha.”

elevator reached the top floor, the doors opened, and Alaric

some nutcase. He looked and saw it was

what’s so

and said, “I just ran into a smitten woman downstairs. She was

doubled over

years, but this was the first time he’d seen one