The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1586

Because Donovan wasn't sure whether Alaric was genuinely angry or just throwing a fit.

Who actually enjoys arguing?

If that wasn't sarcasm, then what was it?

Great, Hertha's snide remarks earlier had definitely offended Alaric.

"Mr. Falconer, actually..." Donovan began, trying to apologize and fix the mess Hertha had made.

Alaric was losing patience: "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

Donovan was taken aback by Alaric's sharp glare and stammered, "Yes, yes, I'll head back to my office right away..."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Donovan turned to leave.

"Hey, is there a meeting going on here? How come I wasn't invited?"

a few steps, a

with a full beard, dressed in a sharp navy suit,

tall, slender, with an air

froze, panic-stricken, and blurted out, "Mr. Whitman, pleasure, pleasure to have you at our company. May I ask what brings Mr. Whitman to our humble abode today?" Despite Donovan's outward veneer of warmth, politeness, and composure, inside, he

unpredictable behavior had already set him on

YOUR

EPIOPLAY

prince making an appearance, Donovan felt utterly out of his depth with three heavyweights in

from last time, our company didn't say we weren't interested, just that we needed time to think. But you went ahead and sold the design to someone else while we were deciding. That's not playing fair," Reginald said, his intimidating

"Well, Mr. Whitman, that was all Hertha and Thalassa's doing. They found

had just thrown Hertha and Thalassa under

glances, realizing they'd been unexpectedly

menacing gaze shifted to

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