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.

and dressed to the nines, obviously a woman of wealth. Hertha surmised that this must

bring Alaric and his mother, along with Georgia and her own, to a restaurant like this? A brief flicker of thought

Alaric’s entourage, she caught his sharp eyes glancing her way. In that split second

face Spencer with a forced smile. “There’s nothing like hitting a bar for a drink and some music now and then. If you’re into painting, Spencer, I could show you a trick or two when I’m

but Alaric’s presence had thrown her off. The fiery words she had prepared got stuck

her mention 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, as

Spencer said, pouring coffee into Hertha’s cup

responded in kind, clinking cups with Spencer and downing her coffee in one go-a bold gesture