The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric didn't pick up the phone right away. He shot Hertha a glance with those stunning, fox-like eyes of his, noticing her wide eyes fixed on him, clearly not in the mood to make small talk.

He could tell she wanted to talk about her two kids.

Internally, he felt a wave of irritation wash over him, instinctively dreading the conversation.

She had kids with another man, and now she wanted to discuss her past with that guy in front of him? Talk about a stab in the heart.

Seeing the caller ID flash as Georgia, any other day he would've hit 'decline' without a second thought, not wanting to hear anything Georgia had to say.

But now, to avoid having to listen to Hertha boast about her exploits with another man, he reluctantly answered the call.

"What's up?"

"Alaric, could you open the door, please? Aunt Angie and I are at your doorstep."

Georgia's voice was soft through the phone, a deliberate attempt to suppress her usual haughtiness, pretending to be gentle with Alaric.

doorstep? Had they

like bad pennies, always

had a moment's

expectant gaze, those round, puppy-dog eyes waiting on him, it was clear she was eager to share about

the nerve to talk to him

she didn't care

thought about it, the angrier he got. To spite Hertha, he responded, "Hold

stood up to

Georgia greeted

and she said with touch of pity, "Alaric, you've lost so

brushed off their pleasantries and

arm with Angelina, followed

moment Hertha sitting on the

she saw

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