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.

white-haired as well, rested heavily on a cane. His face was calm but his eyes were keenly sizing her up – he was definitely Alaric’s grandfather.

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

seemed to have other plans, retreating backward. A misstep made her

startled out of his usual calm composure by the sight of Hertha on the

on earth was this woman

Angelina was speechless.

this woman truly so spineless?

to be so afraid on our first meeting.”

Alaric’s hand and used his strength to pull herself up. She offered a sheepish smile, “I came in such a rush so I forgot to bring a gift. That’s why I was a bit afraid.

Hertha apologized to Beatrice

amused. Wasn’t she supposed to be tough as nails? And yet here she was, buttering them up

a kind smile, gesturing for her to join them on

of what to do next, looked