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.

old man, white-haired as well, rested heavily on a cane. His face was calm but

reserved for novelties, their gazes unwavering. Just moments before, Hertha had been admiring the Falconer’s

misstep made her lose her balance, and her legs gave way

turned, startled out of his usual calm composure by the sight

on earth was this

Angelina was speechless.

this woman truly

on our first meeting.” Beatrice said, hurrying

“I came in such a rush so I forgot to bring

a sweet tongue, Hertha apologized to Beatrice and Remington Falconer for her lack of

be tough as nails? And yet

such a courteous young lady. Come, sit down,” Beatrice said with a

to do next, looked to Alaric for