The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1141

Alaric strode confidently to the driver’s seat and revved up the engine.

Half an hour later, they pulled into the grand driveway of Falconer Mansion, an estate that boasted the grandeur of an old castle; its design steeped in aristocratic elegance.

As they entered the mansion, everywhere looked opulent. The walls were adorned with oil paintings that Hertha recognized as masterpieces.

The floors were a testament to luxury itself with gleaming marble that screamed expensive.

The grand chandelier cascaded from the ceiling of the living room with its sparkling crystal.

The life of the Falconers was something she couldn’t imagine, which was no less than Lysander’s, Hertha mused.

Following Alaric through the grand hall, Hertha noticed three figures lounging on plush sofas. One was Alaric’s mother, Angelina, whom she had met before. The other two were an elderly couple. The old lady’s hair was silvered with time, and she was beaming at her with warmth. She should be Alaric’s grandmother.

on a cane. His face was calm but his eyes were keenly sizing her up – he

had been admiring the Falconer’s exquisite taste; now her heart was in her throat from nerves, instinctively

led her forward, but Hertha’s feet seemed to have other plans, retreating backward. A misstep made her lose her balance, and her legs gave way – she landed

of his usual calm composure by

on earth was

Angelina was speechless.

truly so

now, there’s no need to be so afraid on our

used his strength to pull herself up. She offered a sheepish smile, “I came in such a rush

Hertha apologized to

she supposed to be tough as nails? And yet here

a courteous young lady. Come, sit down,” Beatrice said with a kind smile, gesturing for

next, looked to Alaric for guidance.