The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Back off, buddy. Sooner or later, you'll end up wrapped around some lady's finger," Alaric teased, shoving him lightly to deflect the ribbing.

He made his way to the dining table, aiming to soothe any tension with his grandparents. Luckily, they hadn't brought up anything about kids this time. Otherwise, he was pretty sure Hertha would've knocked his teeth out right then and there.

Dinner was a quiet affair for Remington and Beatrice, too. Both seemed lost in their own worlds, barely touching their food.

After the meal, Ethan took on the duty of driving Remington and Beatrice home, while Alaric trudged back to his apartment, head full of thoughts.

He kept going over the advice Remington had shared with him at dinner. To win Hertha's heart, he needed to become someone her kids couldn't live without.

A light bulb went off in Alaric's head. That was it! He finally had a clue!

The old saying was true: there's no substitute for experience!

The next afternoon.

Hertha was dozing off at her desk when her phone suddenly buzzed to life, waking her up. Squinting, she saw it was a call from her mom. Wiping the drool off her chin, she quickly answered, "Hello?" "Hertha, the kids are gone!" Kimberly's voice tore through the phone, panic-stricken.

buzzed. "What

the kids play on the slide downstairs. I got distracted chatting with Mrs. Wilson from the next building over for just a moment, and when

her mother's account, Hertha felt dizzy, her blood running cold with

she heard the kids were missing, it felt like the

mother was calling her for a decision, and if she lost it, all hell would

keep

try

around the

ask the security to check the CCTV footage. I'm on my way

the footage," Kimberly said hurriedly, hanging up to

bolted from her

a few steps

stepped in her