The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha has always been the kind of person who speaks her mind, never afraid to put Alaric on the spot.

Alaric knew Hertha all too well; if she wasn't ribbing him, she wouldn't be Hertha.

As he casually munched on his food, Alaric said, "I've cut ties with my mom, got kicked out of the Falconer clan, just a regular Joe now, no 'young master' talk, please. I'm doing worse than you guys; at least you have your own place, while I'm stuck living in whatever digs my boss throws my way. Who knows, if he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed one morning, I could be out on the street. If it ever comes to that, Hertha..."

Alaric paused, giving Hertha a look before his gaze shifted meaningfully towards Spencer, who was sitting across from him. His look was pretty straightforward.

Finally, his eyes landed on Spencer, flashing a mischievous smile, "You and Hertha wouldn't mind taking me in, would you?"

What was Alaric on about? Asking to crash with them!

Hertha felt a pang in her heart, her pulse racing. That Alaric, always causing her stress, making her heart skip beats with his antics.

Today, his visit for a day of barbecue had nearly sent her over the edge, scrambling to get everything in order, just so he wouldn't bump into Julian and Helena.

he moved in with them, how could she

fork, her heart pounding, nervously glancing at Spencer, her eyes practically begging him: reject him, you must reject him! He can't move in

with your skills, I doubt any boss would let you go that easily. And if by

response, neither an acceptance nor a direct rejection, was as polite a

breathed a sigh of relief, her heart still racing, and quickly grabbed a piece of steak

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NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

with the fork she just had in her mouth, the gesture so natural

you know me too well, love my steak medium-rare," Spencer's smile was warm and affectionate, unabashedly taking a

anymore, his mischievous demeanor fading as he said, "Where are the mugs? I could use a cup of

get them," chimed in Thalassa, who

need,