The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

She reluctantly pulled out the household registration book.

Alaric had been watching it the entire time. Seeing Angelina finally take it out, he immediately reached over, snatched the document from her hands, and said cheerfully, "Grandma and Grandpa, thank you so much!"

After saying that, he glanced back at Angelina. His eyes were filled with guilt. He knew his mother was still against him marrying Hertha. If he persisted, his mother would be furious.

From a young age, his mother had meticulously arranged everything for him, always ensuring he never came short. Going against her wishes would definitely hurt her. As a son, he didn't want to cause his mother any pain, but compared to his guilt, he was more afraid of losing Hertha.

Alaric only gave Angelina a glance, said nothing, and quickly left with the registration book.

Beatrice watched Alaric's retreating figure with a smile, "Look at him, so eager to get married to the love of his life, happy as a lark and off in a flash."

"He used to be such a party animal. It's not easy to find someone who can make him settle down. He should treasure her," Remington said earnestly, gently patting Beatrice's hand.

dissatisfied gaze and advised, "Let him go. Don't make him

Resent her for life?

stabbed Angelina's heart like a needle. Her

leadership of the Falconer Group, that's when he would resent her for

was merely for the novelty. Once that wore off, the

current obsession with Hertha was because he hadn't obtained her, making him act so irrationally. Once he truly did, it wouldn't be long before he grew tired of her. Then, he would realize he had neither the sweetness of love nor the vast empire of the Falconer Group. He

watch. She

the registration book, Alaric was

waiting, he finally got his hands on the document. He could soon call Hertha his wife. The thought made

and Hertha were both preoccupied. At lunch, Hertha couldn't help but drink, ranting wildly