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.

ready to be taken home now," the salesperson, beaming with professional joy, handed

ever made a whopping $40,000 in one

walked towards the shining

Mustang. I bet the salesperson thought they'd wasted their time." The voice was unmistakably snide. Hertha turned to see Georgia, her face gaunt as if sculpted from bone, her elaborate makeup doing little to hide her disdain. Georgia was arm-in-arm with another woman, evidently from a wealthy

"See this? I bought it. The middle-class

catch the awkward moment, approached with a restrained smile, addressing Georgia,

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

but

on hips, as she couldn't contain her

Georgia snapped, visibly