The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"I've heard about it. You're slaving away at the Crawley Group, making what, a grand a month? That wouldn't even cover your daily coffee run!" Angelina's voice dripped with sarcasm. Alaric's gaze darkened as he responded, "If that's all, I'm hanging up."

"Wait!" Angelina cut in quickly, "Your grandpa wants to see you, says you should come home for dinner."

"I'm tied up today, I'll call Grandpa myself tomorrow." Alaric didn't want to get entangled in a conversation with Angelina more than necessary. If his grandpa wanted to see him, he would get in touch directly. "You don't want to come home, do you?" Angelina pressed just as he was about to end the call.

"So what if I don't?" Alaric retorted, his voice tinged with defiance.

Was it that easy for Angelina to summon him back to the Falconer household after she'd been the one to cast him out?

He knew it. Angelina was using Grandpa as bait, trying to trick him into returning.

He refused to be led around by Angelina anymore, refused to listen to her whims!

"Fine, if you don't want to come home, that's your call," Angelina said, her tone less forceful than Alaric had expected, taking a step back.

frowned, wondering what game

phone, "Alaric, you've been away for more than ten days now. Grandpa misses you. Why don't we have dinner together today?" That truly

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grandpa remembers you love a good steak, so how about we meet at W&W Restaurant? It's close to your office too," Remington suggested. "See you soon, then," Alaric

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minutes later, Alaric arrived at

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was about to call his grandpa when a familiar voice

put Alaric on edge, his defenses up.