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.

interest in Hertha and certainly didn’t

explanation. She was clinging to Alaric; her face buried into his arm, eyes closed, lips slightly

clearly under the influence of alcohol

out to pat Hertha’s shoulder

him; her eyes glazed over with

here drinking alone? Didn’t Thalassa come with you?”

Back in the days when he was dating Thalassa, Hertha often tagged along on

him accusingly, “Leopold, it’s all your fault! If you hadn’t treated Thalassa so poorly and hadn’t broken up with her, she wouldn’t be in such a terrible

state now!”

was well aware of Thalassa’s predicament. She knew how Thalassa was being dominated by Lysander, being used as a

always filled

heart ached. His already melancholic eyes filled with

pain.