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

for novelties, their gazes unwavering. Just moments before, Hertha had been admiring the Falconer’s exquisite taste; now her heart was in her throat from nerves, instinctively she sidled closer to Alaric for comfort.

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

usual calm composure

on earth was this woman

Angelina was speechless.

this woman truly

to be so afraid on our first meeting.” Beatrice said, hurrying to help Hertha

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. I’ll surely bring

tongue, Hertha apologized to Beatrice and Remington

gave her a sidelong glance, amused. Wasn’t she supposed to be tough as

a kind smile, gesturing

of what to do next, looked to Alaric for guidance.