The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 443

Lysander spoke and, even if the reporters were bodacious, they dared not ignore his words.

One by one, the reporters took their leave.

The room, which had been filled with the cacophony of chatter, began to quiet down

Hertha was curious. The reporters were gone, the reward money had been given to her, so why was Lysander still hanging around?

Just as she was puzzling over this, she noticed Lysander’s gaze fell on a particular spot in the room; his eyes were deep and introspective.

A wave of panic washed over Hertha. Had Lysander discovered something?

She nervously offered, “Mr. Sinclair, Mr. Falconer, you must be thirsty. Let me get you a cup of coffee.”

Oh, for heaven’s sake, just drink your coffee and leave already.

If they stick around any longer, I’ll have a full-blown anxiety attack. She thought in her mind.

Hertha moved into the kitchen, only to find that she couldn’t locate the cups. She began to rummage through drawers and cupboards.

nervousness and haste resulted in a clattering of utehsils, drawing the attention of the two men in

are you looking for?” a wickedly cool voice echoed from the kitchen doorway.

spinning around to see Alaric leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, watching her with a relaxed gaze.

looking

even find a glass in your own home? This isn’t actually your place, is it?” Alaric

hurriedly denied, “No, of course this is my home! It’s

gaze shifted, struggling to find an

guests. I was trying to find disposable cups to serve

disposable cups, or where they might

collapsed while dealing those shrewd

brain, she

usually handles these things at home, buying and putting away stuff. I don’t

all flustered. If I didn’t know better, I’d think

and left the kitchen.

the sofa, his eyes glued to

so

him, “Lysander, shouldn’t

towards one of the rooms.