The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

By the time Alaric snapped out of it, Hertha had already reached the BMW, opening the door and preparing to get in.

Alaric, with swift steps, hurried to the passenger side, flinging the door open and sliding in.

Hertha froze, staring at him in disbelief. "Alaric, I've never seen you this eager about anything. What, rushing home for a blind date or something?"

"Didn't I just finish a blind date?" Alaric's lips curved into a mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Hertha.

Playing dumb, Hertha looked around exaggeratedly. "With whom, exactly? There's no eligible bachelor or bachelorette in sight. Surely not the salesperson? Have we stopped caring about gender in the dating game now?"

Alaric's smile faded, his tone slightly annoyed. "Who said anything about not caring about gender?"

"So, who then? Was it Georgia who you managed to drive away earlier?" Hertha continued with her feigned ignorance.

Alaric's briefly kindled enthusiasm dimmed. "Let's just drive, okay? Weren't you heading to Royal Estates? It'll be dark soon."

beat around the bush anymore. She got into the car, buckled her seatbelt

different; so

"A three hundred grand car and you're talking about

look. "To me, this is genuine leather. If I say it's genuine, then it is. Can't you let me boast for once about

leather. Whatever you

not someone you

holding out hope of winning her over.

hard, she almost wished she could do it to death, too lazy to entertain further conversation.

through the drive, he realized something

wasn't the way to Royal

leg is healed, they probably have a lot of

was out of the loop, having been caught up with work at the Crawley Group, with no time to keep