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.

Hertha and certainly didn’t view

hearing Alaric’s explanation. She was clinging to Alaric; her face buried into his arm, eyes closed, lips slightly pouted. She hunched and was completely attached

the influence of alcohol

pat

him; her eyes glazed over with

drinking alone? Didn’t Thalassa come with you?” Leopold asked.

when he was dating Thalassa, Hertha often tagged along on their dates. Leopold and Hertha were

him accusingly, “Leopold, it’s all your fault! If you hadn’t treated Thalassa so

state now!”

was being dominated by Lysander, being used

it always filled Hertha with immense grief.

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

pain.