The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Helena lifted her tiny head, her beautiful, youthful eyes sparkling with curiosity as she gazed up at Alaric. In that split second, her eyes shimmered with awe at the sight of Alaric's features, and in her sweet, mushy voice, she said, "Mister, you're so handsome. My mommy likes pretty people."

Alaric, who had just been concerned about whether he'd accidentally bumped into the little one, couldn't help but melt at the sight of her chubby, squishy face, as adorable as a freshly baked bun. Her voice tugged at his heartstrings, instantly soothing the irritation that Georgia had stoked in him.

The girl's eyes, reminiscent of his own, struck a chord within him.

This resemblance stirred something deep within Alaric's soul.

He took Helena's hand and walked her over to the elevator bank, where he crouched down to her level, softening his voice as he spoke, "Kiddo, thanks for saying I look nice. What's your mommy's name? Are you saying your mommy prefers pretty people over your daddy?"

Alaric's brow furrowed in puzzlement. Considering the girl's looks, her parents must have some impressive genes. How could her mom not cherish the father of her children and instead fancy other handsome men?

"My mommy, she's called..."

"Sir, I'm so sorry. My little one bumped into you. Please accept my apology on her behalf; children can be quite mischievous."

that her

always referred to her mommy

her arms,

see a middle-aged woman cradling the little girl who

belonged to her-a stranger's

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up, assuring Bridget, "It's fine. She's just a child. But you should keep a closer watch on her. If she runs into

the reminder, sir. I'll be sure to keep a closer eye on her from now on," Bridget said, nodding eagerly, taking

lingered once more on the little girl in Bridget's arms. She was adorable, with pudgy cheeks and

she was someone else's

to Bridget. The boy appeared to