The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Really? This one?" Alaric hesitated, eyeing the sleek car in front of him.

"Absolutely, I told you, this is the one. Are you buying or what?" Hertha snapped, mistaking his hesitation for reluctance to pay.

"Buying, buying, I'm on it," Alaric hurried, pulling out his credit card and following the salesperson to the cashier.

He had planned to splurge on something more expensive, but he almost upset her with his indecision. This was not the moment to waver.

Alaric paid in full without a second thought.

Turning to Hertha with a grin, he teased, "I heard that when a woman tries to save a man money, it's because she sees a future with him. Hertha, are you...?"

"Cut that smug smile. I'm just avoiding future debts," Hertha rolled her eyes at him.

to be taken home now," the salesperson, beaming

quickest sale the salesperson had ever made a whopping $40,000 in one

the shining

voice was unmistakably snide. Hertha turned to see Georgia,

for the car door, Georgia's word's made her pause. Instead, she brandished the sales receipt in Georgia's face, a cold smile playing on her lips. "See this? I bought it. The middle-class girl you look down on just bought what you consider a luxury. Looks like I've taken

approached with a restrained

caught off guard by Hertha's actual purchase of a Mustang, retorted, "A Mustang,

help but laugh

laughter grew louder, hands on hips, as she

so funny?" Georgia