The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1137

“Seriously, what’s your beef with Georgia? Why can’t you stand her?” Angelina was at her wits’ end with him.

“It’s simple, I just don’t like her. She’s so skinny, like a walking skeleton. Every time I see her, something inside me just recoils,” Alaric complained, looking visibly annoyed.

“And what’s your type, then?”

“I like a girl with some curves, a bit on the plush side, and cute,” Alaric said off the top of his head.

“Do you even have a girlfriend like that? If she’s a decent girl, I wouldn’t give you any grief if you settled down with her,” Angelina went with his words, betting that he was just making excuses.

“Of course, I do. And things between us are great,” Alaric asserted.

“Then why were you hitting on girls at the bar just now?” Angelina shot back.

a little fight. I was trying to get

crossed her arms and smirked at him, ready

Alaric said and turned

thought the mystery woman was elsewhere.

Hertha sat sulking, oblivious to her error. Suddenly, a large presence took the seat beside her, and a familiar figure

saw Alaric’s devilishly handsome face, his usually mischievous eyes now showing a rare seriousness. He reached over and snatched the juice from

are you stealing my cocktail?” Hertha instinctively reached out her hand to snatch the

this alcohol? Are my eyes deceiving me, or are yours?” Alaric

get mad, glanced at the drink in his hand-Thalassa’s

need to talk to you for a sec,” Alaric said,

got up and headed for a private booth in

had gone

wait here for you,” Thalassa encouraged, fully aware of Hertha’s curiosity. Despite her badmouthing Alaric,