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.

brain buzzed. "What did you

next building over for just a moment, and when I looked back,

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

moment she heard the kids were missing, it felt like the sky

calling her for

keep her

try to

looking around

CCTV footage. I'm on

I'll go to the security booth and ask them to check the footage,"

bolted from her

a

manager stepped in