The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1140

Hertha was on the brink of nodding off when Alaric stepped in front of her, his protective stance unmistakable as he spoke to Angelina with firm conviction, “Look, we’ve had a tiff, okay? I was sulking so I hit the bars, and she came looking for me to see what kind of trouble I was stirring up. Like I said, I was only chatting up that girl in the bar to get a rise out of her.”

Hearing Alaric’s words, Hertha was momentarily thrown off. Her eyes were wide with disbelief as she glanced at his profile. His features were chiseled, a blend of gentle curves and masculine angles-a certain softness that could enchant any woman and matched with a rugged charm that was all man.

The damned allure of him was intoxicating. The more Hertha looked, the more she felt head over heels.

And his words also sent her heart racing. So, he had crafted an image for his mother—a picture of them as a love-struck couple going through a silly squabble.

Angelina, skeptical, let her gaze drift past Alaric to Hertha, who was shielded behind him. She asked pointedly, “How did you feel while seeing him flirt with another woman?”

Hertha blinked, realizing Angelina was addressing her. She stepped out from behind Alaric and looked straight at her with her big doe eyes, asking, “Can I be honest?”

“Of course, I expect nothing but the truth. Lies are a waste of breath,” Angelina replied.

Hertha said boldly, “I wanted to castrate him, and see how he’d

toward her and hissed a warning, “Hertha!”

voice was low but laden with a heavy

taken aback, her beautiful eyes wide as she stared at Hertha in utter shock, as if she had heard the

quickly tried to backtrack, “I just meant that’s how angry I was.

burst into laughter, “You remind me of myself when I was

in her throat

waiting at home,” Angelina said abruptly and headed to her

and told her, “You go on

fine, but make it quick,” Angelina said before signaling

She suddenly became aware of the warm, clammy palm still enveloping her hand. It felt like a jolt of electricity that

grip loosen, and after she pulled away, he closed his hand on empty air, clenching

he quipped, “You’ve got a ruthless streak by