The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric paused, his gaze drifting downwards, only to catch sight of Hertha's bald head. Though there were hints of bluish hair sprouting, for a woman, that was as good as being bald.

A flicker of surprise crossed Alaric's eyes. Just moments ago, Hertha sported her usual sea-green locks, and he hadn't noticed anything amiss.

To think she was wearing a wig, and her real hairstyle was a bald head? That didn't come to him.

This revelation left Alaric stunned, his lips twitching involuntarily.

Hertha always had a way of surprising him, often leaving him speechless and in awe at her unpredictability.

While Alaric was caught in his surprise, Hertha's heart raced with panic. Her voice was trembling as she shouted, "Stop, Alaric, make the horse stop now!"

"It's alright; it's cooler this way. Let Lightning give us a spin. It's more thrilling than a car ride," Alaric said with a smirk playing on his lips.

Cooler?

discomfort at those words, as if her heart

her bald head after all. It felt

to go for a ride with you! Alaric, you jerk, let me

him, couldn't see his expression, but the image of Alaric staring at her bald head and mocking her filled her mind. Her face reddened with urgency and fury, her voice sharp and on the verge of tears, "Let me down, or I swear I'll jump off this horse!" After saying this, panic-stricken

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and he quickly wrapped

voice softened, "Don't be rash, I'll stop

that, he skillfully slowed the

as the horse stopped, Ethan rode past them, turning his head to say with a laugh, "You were going pretty fast.