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.

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

at the glass as his piercing gaze bore through the blond man, “Need me to dial 911 and have the cops explain the

fear and panic. “Alright, alright! You win!” With that, he grabbed his glass and hurriedly left, as if fearing

with her had left, she asked Alaric angrily, “What the hell, Alaric? Why do you always scare

had any trouble when they were together, so she was oblivious

eyes, Alaric was just being difficult. He had been sour and irritable toward her ever since she accidentally

her heart. She had decided to give up pursuing him.

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

was, right in

as a surge of annoyance filled

laughed scornfully. He picked up the glass and thrust it towards her lips. “You want to

Hertha snorted and snatched the glass from him.