The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1173

This was the life of the elderly, a serene and tranquil existence.

In his room, Alaric slept soundly, his dreams filled with warm embraces of Hertha, whose slightly plump figure provided a comforting softness to hold. The scent of her femininity was a siren’s call, tempting him to kiss her over and over again.

Still ensnared by the dream, Alaric’s lips puckered as he imagined continuing his affections for Hertha.

But as his consciousness abruptly surfaced, he opened his eyes to find his arms hugging nothing but air.

Hertha was no longer by his side. Scrambling to his feet, he realized he was on the floor. A glance at the bed revealed it too was empty, no sign of Hertha anywhere in the room.

Could last night’s passionate encounter have been just a figment of his dreams?

A sense of loss washed over Alaric as his gaze dropped to the floor. There, on the cashmere carpet, a splotch of red caught his eye.

bloodstain was none other than Hertha’s.

virginity was given to him.

the undeniable evidence of

in his throat. He said that what he said to his grandpa wasn’t all a lie. His words to his grandpa were that he liked

agreed and gave

shower and throwing

only his mother Angelina sat at the breakfast

and asked, “Mom,

have the nerve to ask about her? She threw a tantrum this morning, refused breakfast, and demanded two

asked you for two million? That’s absurd.”

of her last night. She wanted hush money, said if I paid her, she’d leave us alone forever. That’s blackmail, pure and simple! What kind of gold-digger did you bring into the Falconer family? It’s

face darkened, his jaw clenched. “That can’t be