The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1421

A playful smirk lifted the corners of Alaric’s mouth, his eyes–sharp and mischievous with hint of roguish charm–only relaxed In front of Hertha.

“What are you on about?” Hertha rolled her eyes, dismissing the unnecessary banter. “Who needs him to accept, anyway? I just need you to convince him to meet us once. Thalassa said she’s willing to put up fifty million for Dr. Funke to come out of retirement and treat Lysander.”

Dr. Funke was well versed in both traditional and modern medicine, and he might just be the miracle worker they needed for Lysander.

Lysander was Alaric’s best mate, and after three years in a coma, his condition weighed heavily on Alaric’s mind as well. If Dr. Funke could cure Lysander, nothing could be better.

“You don’t need to meet him,” Alaric said abruptly.

“What do you mean? You won’t help us?” Hertha’s temper flared, and she was moments away from throwing a punch at Alaric.

Funke to treat Lysander myself,” Alaric

talking to him first, but if

for her quick reflexes. Otherwise, Alaric might’ve taken a fist to

sparkle even more with her deliberate grin, like phosphorescence dancing across a lake

scent of mint and tobacco from his shirt enveloped her, sending her pulse racing. His devilishly handsome face was now just inches from hers, the allure almost too much to

her eyes wide with surprise. “Alaric, you’re the vice president of the Falconer Group. Isn’t

her nervous reaction, Alaric straightened up and

of favor are you talking about?” Hertha

reward me with a ride

A ride home?

last thing she wanted was for Alaric