The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1186

He had a look that set him apart from the crowd, with piercing, narrow eyes that seemed to hold secrets of their own, and a sinfully handsome face that blurred the lines between masculine charm and feminine allure.

His presence was magnetic, a walking invitation to both envy and desire, and there was no mistaking him for anyone else.

By his side trailed three women. The one keeping pace with him, Hertha recognized immediately-it was Angelina, with whom she had crossed swords just a few days ago.

Trailing behind were two more women. One of them, a young lady, was all too familiar to Hertha. It was Georgia, the rake-thin beauty whose advances Alaric had declined twice with Hertha’s help. Despite her high-end fashion and meticulously applied makeup, the gauntness of her cheeks betrayed a certain world-weariness.

arm-in-arm with a middle-aged woman, dripping in jewelry and dressed to the nines, obviously a woman of wealth. Hertha surmised that this must be

and her own, to a restaurant like this? A brief flicker of thought and

sharp eyes glancing her way. In that split second of eye contact, she swiftly diverted her gaze,

like hitting a bar for a drink and some music now and then. If you’re into

and send him packing, but Alaric’s presence had thrown her off. The fiery words she had prepared got stuck in her throat, and she found herself speaking to Spencer with a demure tone that masked her inner

of bars, thinking her to be a party girl, relaxed when she continued. His scholarly smile returned, soft eyes behind his glasses offering a look of gentle understanding,

thanks in advance, Ms. Kensington. I’ll toast you,” Spencer said, pouring coffee into Hertha’s cup and raising his in a toast.

clinking cups with Spencer and downing her coffee in one go-a bold gesture that he matched by