The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

The moment Hertha's mind buzzed, she knew her mother wouldn't let her off the hook so easily.

At the dinner table, without waiting for Kimberly to make arrangements, Hertha took the initiative: "Mom, after we finish dinner, why don't you take the kids back with you? I'd like to have a word with Alaric alone."

"Why can't we discuss whatever it is with everyone here?" Kimberly was hesitant, suspecting Hertha might not have the best ideas. This wasn't the time for Hertha's whims.

"Mom, actually, I also have something I want to discuss privately with Hertha. Tomorrow, I'll come by to pick you and the kids up," Alaric unexpectedly supported Hertha, speaking up for her. He really needed to have a serious chat with Hertha alone. There are things that can only be said when no one else is around.

Kimberly was about to protest, but seeing Alaric's determination, she relented.

After dinner, Kimberly, coaxing Julian and Helena, left with them.

With her mother and the kids gone, Hertha was ready for a showdown with Alaric!

She rolled her eyes at him forcefully: "Who told you to start calling my mom 'mom'?"

Alaric replied with a mischievous grin curling at the corners

his head: "Who's your future wife! And when did I ever tell you

wrist with precision, pulled her close with a firm tug, and suddenly, her

body hit his

ball, making Alaric's heart skip

fell into his arms, the

sexy force. The resilience

up at Alaric. His devilishly handsome face was too close, pulling

was

after three years of solitude, Hertha's body yearned

her blood boiling, her face

his narrow, fox-like

locking with hers. In that instant, three years of longing and desire