The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Ethan tuned into Alaric's frustration with the keenness of someone who's been there. Standing up, he adjusted his collar and crafted a smooth exit for Alaric, "Looks like it's all yours, Mr. Sinclair. Alaric, let's hit the road."

"Ah, right, Lysander, make sure you and Thalassa have a good chat. Nothing to be shy about, we'll head out first." Alaric shot Lysander a teasing look, hinting that it was a perfect moment for some personal talk.

After receiving a glare from Lysander that could freeze hell over, Alaric couldn't help but chuckle, grabbing his documents and making a quick escape.

Outside, Hertha was on the curb, hailing a cab. Alaric approached, offering a ride, "Let me give you a lift."

Without a second thought, Hertha declined, "I wouldn't want to trouble a busy man like Mr. Falconer."

Just then, a taxi pulled up. Hertha swung open the door, jumped in, and urged the driver to go before she even gave an address.

Watching the taxi disappear, Alaric felt certain Hertha was avoiding him. Why else the rush? Was it because of yesterday, when he visited her place and their accidental touch in the kitchen made Spencer jealous? Spencer might look like a gentleman, but he wasn't that forgiving. Probably played it cool in public but had a row with Hertha afterwards.

thought soured

now, missing his chance with Hertha, he was

married

seen Alaric this downcast before. Alaric was known for his carefree spirit, always breezy around

not all roses, turning

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

doubt love's worth. Better to stay detached,

Alaric climbed into the car, and Ethan drove

Back at the restaurant.

now just the three of them