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.

is ready to be taken home now," the salesperson, beaming

made

the salesperson, Hertha walked towards the shining red Mustang, ready

a mocking voice broke the air, "Well, if it isn't Hertha? A middle-class girl dreaming of a Mustang. I bet the salesperson thought they'd wasted their time." The voice was unmistakably snide. Hertha turned to see Georgia,

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 the salesperson's quota for the day. How

quick to catch the awkward moment, approached with a restrained smile, addressing Georgia, "This customer just purchased a

guard by Hertha's actual purchase of a Mustang, retorted, "A Mustang, really? allowance. Still

help but laugh

on hips, as she couldn't contain her amusement any

funny?" Georgia snapped, visibly