The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 768

Just as Hertha was about to take a sip from her glass, it was suddenly snatched from her grasp.

Her mood was suddenly interjected and her expression turned sour within a sec, “What the hell?” she grumbled, turning to the side.

She was about to let out a string of curses, but the sight of Alaric’s devilishly handsome face stopped her in her tracks.

“Why did you snatch my drink? Give it back!”

She reached out to grab the glass he had stolen from her.

Alaric held the glass high above his head and out of her reach; his piercing eyes were sternly fixed on her. “Have you had enough yet?” He asked.

“A bit of courtesy wouldn’t hurt, would it? I was the one who offered a toast to this lovely lady here. At least let us finish our drinks,” the man who had been hitting on Hertha earlier chimed in. With his dyed blond hair and smug expression, he was clearly a seasoned bar-goer who was always on the prowl for women on their own. His demeanor was bold, teetering on the edge of rude.

glass down on the bar counter. The wine in the crystal-clear glass was taken up and down by

through the blond man, “Need me to dial 911 and

fear and panic. “Alright, alright! You win!” With that, he grabbed

who had been flirting with her had left, she asked Alaric angrily, “What the hell, Alaric? Why do

her friend Thalassa. They had never had any trouble when they were

toward her ever since she accidentally hit his foot with a golf club, even though she had sincerely

pierced her heart. She had decided

been trying her best to resist her feelings for him, hoping to keep him

he was, right in front of her.

gaze as a surge of

you? That’s rich!” he laughed scornfully. He picked up the glass and thrust it towards her lips. “You want to drink, right? Here, drink up! Whoever doesn’t

snorted and snatched the glass from him. “Fine, I’ll drink! I’m no