The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1174

Angelina tasked Eloise with tidying up the living room while she made her way to her son Alaric’s bedroom, intent on handling the aftermath herself. Pushing open the door, she was hit by a wave of intimacy that seemed to linger in the air.

The room felt unusually warm and the humid air clung to her face, carrying a hint of something unspoken.

The thought of her son spending the night with a woman like that stirred a fury within her, and she cursed Hertha under her breath countless times.

Suppressing her annoyance, Angelina moved to the bed to change the sheets, but to her surprise, the comforter was still neatly folded just as it had been the day before. Only the slightest wrinkle in the sheets suggested someone had sat there, but there was no sign that anyone had actually slept in the bed.

Impossible, she thought. Could it have been Hertha who tidied up in the morning? But Alaric was the last to rise, and Hertha wouldn’t have had the chance to make the bed.

Knowing her son well, Angelina was certain that Alaric was the type to toss his blankets aside upon waking and never bothered to fold them. It seemed even less likely that he would have made the bed himself.

As Angelina pondered the situation, her gaze drifted to the floor, where a flash of red caught the corner of her eye. She was about to look away when the color seized her attention, and she focused sharply on it.

skip a beat. There, on the floor,

actually slept on the

as a player,

Alaric had taken

with contempt and disdain in her heart for promiscuous women

on the ground, she was shocked and

sight of the red stain on the floor complicated her feelings towards Hertha. If

why would she say those things to Angelina, take two million. dollars, and

were truly

sigh, Angelina rolled up the cashmere rug,

the streets for any sign of Hertha. He dialed her number, and the phone rang for an eternity, but

mood soured. Hertha had left without a word that morning. Was she

Surely, she owed him