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.

sprinted in

Kimberly called out, then quickly thanked the

ground until she reached the KFC. Once inside, her eyes darted frantically around. The place was crowded, but none of

strikingly handsome man with a devilish charm, his eyes sparkled with

was hard to

And there,

him, were two

l.ne

chicken drumsticks and fries,

feet swinging joyfully

roguishly tender smile, leaned in

nodded vigorously, her beautiful eyes gleaming with joy as she looked at

Helena's voice was bubbly with happiness, her