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.

I was trying to get

And who is she? Does she even exist? I’m genuinely curious,” Angelina crossed

Alaric said and

mystery woman

she mistook for a cocktail, Hertha sat sulking, oblivious to her error. Suddenly, a large presence

mischievous eyes now showing a rare seriousness. He reached over and

are you stealing my cocktail?” Hertha instinctively reached out

this alcohol? Are my eyes deceiving me, or are

mad, glanced at the drink in his hand-Thalassa’s juice she had been drinking-and deflated, unable to vent her frustration.

to talk to you for a sec,” Alaric said, setting down

and headed for a

puzzled, looked at the direction Alaric had gone

aware of Hertha’s curiosity. Despite her badmouthing Alaric, Thalassa knew Hertha hadn’t