The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 770

The man was dressed in brown slacks and a cream-colored shirt, his short hair dyed a chestnut brown. He had a youthful appearance, but his amber eyes were filled with melancholy.

He walked over to Alaric and Hertha and stopped next to them, “Mr. Falconer, what a coincidence. You’re here for a drink too?” He directed his gaze towards Alaric.

“Leopold, it’s been a while,” Alaric greeted Leopold Sinclair.

As he spoke, his eyes flicked briefly towards Hertha, who was clinging to his arm like a needy kitten.

Noticing the confusion in his gaze, Alaric’s stern expression softened slightly. He chuckled and explained to Leopold in a teasing tone, “She’s just a little tipsy.”

By this, he meant that he wasn’t interested in Hertha. Instead, she was the one clinging to him due to her disturbed state of mind.

Although Alaric had a reputation for being a ladies’ man, he knew better than to mix business with pleasure.

and certainly

her face buried into his arm, eyes closed, lips slightly pouted. She hunched and was completely attached to Alaric.

was clearly under the influence of alcohol and looked

reached out to pat Hertha’s shoulder

turned her head towards him; her

you’re here drinking alone? Didn’t Thalassa come

and Hertha, along with Thalassa, were college mates. Back in the days when he was dating Thalassa, Hertha often tagged along on their dates.

eyes, Hertha squinted at Leopold through her haze. Recognizing him, she lifted a finger to point at him accusingly, “Leopold, it’s all your fault! If you hadn’t treated Thalassa so poorly and hadn’t broken up with her,

state now!”

being dominated by Lysander, being used as a tool for his venting.

it always filled Hertha

hearing Hertha’s accusation and Thalassa’s plight, Leopold’s heart ached. His already melancholic eyes filled

pain.