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.

the crystal-clear glass was taken up and down by the force of gravity

blond man, “Need me to

With that, he grabbed his

angrily, “What the hell, Alaric? Why do you always scare away any man who comes near me? Can’t stand the sight of me,

at bars and usually only came with her friend Thalassa. They had never had any trouble when they were together, so she was

had been sour and irritable toward her ever since she accidentally hit his foot with a

pierced her heart. She had decided to

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

he was, right in front of

met her reproachful gaze as a surge of annoyance

the glass and thrust it towards her lips. “You want to drink, right? Here, drink up! Whoever

from him. “Fine, I’ll drink! I’m no chicken!”