The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric jumped up, trying to block their view. "Grandpa, Grandma, let me get you some tea..."

His awkward attempts were in vain.

"Hertha, is that really you? It's been years, and you've grown into such a lady," Beatrice stood up, delightedly approaching Hertha.

Her face was filled with a kind smile as she warmly greeted Hertha. She walked up to her, gently placing her hands on Hertha's shoulders, giving her an up-and-down look before saying with a laugh, "Hertha, the last time I saw you three years ago, you were still a bit of a tomboy. Look at you now, all grown up and charming."

Hertha recognized them as Alaric's grandparents, whom she had met three years ago at Alaric's place, thanks to Beatrice's meddling, which had led her to get involved with Alaric. She still remembered Angelina's words, saying that Remington and Beatrice just wanted a woman to bear Alaric's children, and it didn't matter who the woman was. Those words had deeply hurt her.

Because of that, Hertha didn't have much fondness for Remington and Beatrice. She stepped back, avoiding Beatrice's touch, and forced a smile, "Oh, Beatrice, it's been a while. You haven't changed a bit." Beatrice's smile stiffened for a moment but then returned to warmth as she said, "Ah, you're such a charmer. Haven't had dinner yet, have you? Come, sit down with us, let's catch up."

Alaric, frantically signaling him to invite Hertha to join them. That silly boy, always talking about making

and knowing how angry she was, he hesitated to risk upsetting her further without making any progress. But his grandma was hinting at him; if

isn't it? To honor this serendipitous meeting, why not join us for dinner?" Hertha rolled her eyes at him, bluntly saying,

paid with ease, and told the restaurant owner, "Don't forget to deliver the

the usual, won't forget!" the owner replied with

could only watch as Hertha confidently walked away.

the table,

said to Remington, "This kid has met his match.

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