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 with professional joy,

was perhaps the quickest sale the salesperson had ever made

towards the shining

bet the salesperson thought they'd wasted their time." The voice was unmistakably snide. Hertha turned to see Georgia, her face gaunt as if

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

restrained smile, addressing Georgia, "This customer just purchased

guard by Hertha's actual purchase of a Mustang,

help but

as she couldn't contain her amusement

Georgia