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.

was calm but his eyes were keenly sizing her up –

reserved for novelties, their gazes unwavering. Just moments before, Hertha had been admiring the Falconer’s exquisite taste; now her heart was in her throat

feet seemed to have other plans, retreating backward. A misstep made her lose her balance, and her legs gave way –

of his usual calm composure

was

Angelina was speechless.

truly

on

“I came in such a rush so I forgot to bring a gift. That’s why I was

sweet tongue, Hertha apologized to

gave her a sidelong glance, amused. Wasn’t she supposed to be tough as nails? And yet here she was, buttering them up quite

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

of what to do next, looked to Alaric