The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Being obsessed with looks and crushes is a killer, man.

Hertha bit her tongue, reminding herself that this was just the price she had to pay for her youthful follies.

"Alright then, I'm a quick driver," Hertha informed with a brief nod before starting the car and accelerating away. "Whoa!" Alaric was jolted by the sudden movement, hastily grabbing the seatbelt as he let out a sound of surprise.

"Hertha, it's a real shame you're not a race car driver," Alaric teased her.

"What's it to you whether I become a race car driver or not!" Hertha was full of complaints and didn't want to engage in a proper conversation with him.

"I was just joking, why so serious?" Alaric chuckled mischievously.

"Alaric, spit it out, what do you really want?" Hertha questioned him while she drove.

She was done beating around the bush with him.

yet all he did was joke around without getting to

look at Hertha's profile, a

true feelings are

have you lost your mind? Forgot what I told you before?" Hertha couldn't help but

Alaric mention marriage made her heart race, filling

out of sheer rejection or curiosity to see what a marriage certificate

you told me, I really don't remember," Alaric winked at Hertha,

Hertha turned her head and caught Alaric winking at her, those fox-like eyes attempting

naturally captivating. But now, he was deliberately trying to electrify

at a hundred and eighty miles per hour,

down

car suddenly shot

brake!" Alaric gripped the seatbelt tighter, shouting

late, the car surged forward and crashed into the