The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha's pout worked like a charm on Kimberly. Three years ago, they had a massive fallout, and in a moment of anger, Kimberly had harshly told Hertha that once she left home, she should never come back. Stubborn as ever, Hertha took those words to heart and indeed hadn't returned in three years, nor had she ever called.

During these years, with no news from Hertha, Kimberly was consumed with worry and longed to reach out, but her pride got in the way.

She regretted those harsh words deeply. After all, no matter how headstrong her daughter was, she was still her daughter. How could she have told her to never return?

Now that they had reconciled, Kimberly was fully committed to thinking of her daughter's well-being.

Hugging Hertha tightly, Kimberly smiled, "Of course, I was quite the belle of the ball in my younger days."

"And my mom was the brightest star of them all," Hertha replied with a grin.

On this Saturday, Hertha couldn't wait to visit Star Harbor Villa.

Thalassa Everhart was busy sketching out some designs when Hertha, sitting beside her, animatedly shared the events of the past few days.

Alaric really... you know?" Thalassa asked,

accused me of gossiping before, and look at you now, all fired up with curiosity. It's a shame there's

Did you and Alaric

vigorously, "Last night. It was

the one who was bothered

jump into

upset about it

know? When I stormed off to the room, he followed, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me passionately. My

look, nudging her shoulder, "I'm not exactly the innocent type when it comes to men. You get

facepalmed, teasingly,

takes one to know one," Hertha

point. I told you all this and you're not curious about how my mom

focusing on her drawing,