The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1228

At night, the bar was alive with the pulse of music and the thrum of the young seeking solace from the grind of life.

Hertha sat alone nursing a drink, observing the crowd as they gyrated with wild abandon on the dance floor, their bodies contorting to beats that spoke a universal language of release.

The kaleidoscope of lights danced across her face, casting her in a transient glow as she watched the revelers lose themselves to the rhythm.

She wasn’t there to escape, but to confront a turmoil that gnawed at her soul, an unsettling that refused to be quelled.

Her contemplative sipping was interrupted by the sudden eclipse of the dance floor spectacle. A figure loomed, clad in a beige button-down that spoke of casual elegance, obscuring her view and disrupting her reverie.

her eyes, misty with confusion, met the striking visage that now scrutinized her. They were sharp, almost fox-like eyes, framed by a face that could turn heads and

calm pulse quickened as though infused with

through the thumping bass, his tone laced with annoyance. He noticed her eyes widen, clearly a sign of surprise. Wasn’t it she who had summoned

caught staring and quickly averted her gaze. To ease the awkwardness, she took a long sip from her glass, her

down with a nonchalant sprawl, his legs stretched out and hands resting

you hear me?” Alaric said, his irritation about Hertha’s

the table and glaring at Alaric. “You’re right. I’m just an ordinary person raised from the roots, unaware

you even talking about? Is that what

he’d come to join her for a drink. How had she missed the