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.

car is ready to be taken home now," the

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

the receipt from the salesperson, Hertha walked towards the shining

thought they'd wasted their time." The voice was unmistakably snide. Hertha turned to

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

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

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

couldn't help but

grew louder, hands on hips, as she couldn't contain her amusement

so funny?" Georgia snapped,