The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha's fingers trembled as she was about to dial for the police when a woman's voice chimed in.

"Hey, are you guys looking for your kids?"

Hearing the word "kids," Hertha instantly looked up at the newcomer - a lady who often chatted with her mom over coffee.

Before Hertha could respond, Kimberly nodded anxiously: "Yes, we're looking for our kids. Have you seen them?"

"I was just crossing the street over there and saw two kids who looked a lot like yours, Julian and Helena, hanging out with a man I didn't recognize. I thought I was seeing things," the lady explained. With a strange man?

Hertha's heart clenched in fear. She urgently asked, "Where did you see them?"

"Right by the KFC on the corner." The lady gestured vaguely.

KFC!

Hertha's mind raced to locate a KFC she often passed on her way to work. She had never been inside but knew exactly where it was.

immediately sprinted in

called out, then quickly thanked the lady before chasing after

feet barely touching the ground until she reached the KFC. Once inside, her eyes darted frantically around. The place was crowded, but none of the faces were familiar. Just as panic was about to set

a devilish charm, his eyes sparkled with mischief, and his smile was

hard

And there,

him, were two

l.ne

gnawing on chicken drumsticks and

feet swinging joyfully

smile, leaned in and asked, "Julian, Helena,

at Alaric. "Eat up then. And do you love daddy?" Alaric gently ruffled Helena's

voice was bubbly with happiness, her eyes shining bright