The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1230

“Seriously, Hertha? This is what you dragged me out for?” Alaric asked with a raised brow, his casual attire contrasting sharply with the urgency in his voice.

“What else? My bestie gets bulldozed by that jerk Lysander, and you think I’m just gonna let it slide?” Hertha retorted, her fiery spirit matching her fiery hair.

“If you hadn’t dragged her to that blind date, she wouldn’t be in this mess,” Alaric pointed out.

He knew Hertha was kicking herself over the whole situation, yet he couldn’t resist poking at her sore spot.

Hertha’s breathing deepened, and with a flicker of her eyelids, she shot him a glare that could freeze hell over. “I get jittery on dates, okay? She’s my one and only best friend. Who else was I supposed to bring along, you?”

“Why would you get jittery?” Alaric pressed, his tone turning serious.

“Isn’t it obvious? Because it’s terrifying! I’m not some heartless playboy like you!” Hertha snapped back.

Alaric had a reputation for being a heartbreaker, a smooth operator who’d charmed his way through a string of romances. His sweet nothings were legendary, at least until he got what he wanted. Then, poof! Like a magician’s act, the sweet talk vanished.

his prowess in wooing women as well as

with Thalassa, all take and no give.

shards of glass

because she cared too much, worried about being rejected or ending

over something

her true love was Spencer. For him, she’d pinch

Alarie? She saw him as a fool. Once she had her cash, she’d spend without a

hands clenched on his knees, his usual sultry, slanted eyes now stripped of their charm, replaced with a simmering anger as he stared at

had ever infuriated him like

air, and it scared her. The powerful stance she was known for softened, and with a blink, she stammered, “What…

really hit her,

Hertha was now intimidated by Alaric’s wrathful gaze.

as she was about to make a run for it, Alaric spoke up, “Well, I wish you luck on your blind date, hope you find true love! Bartender,

he ordered, his