The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Do you actually like BMWs?" Alaric asked seriously. He was buying a car for Hertha; it had to be something she liked.

"Yeah, of course, I do. Let's go check some out," Hertha said, taking the initiative and grabbing Alaric's hand as they moved forward. There was a BMW dealership nearby that Hertha often passed by, so she knew exactly where it was.

It wasn't that she was head-over-heels for BMWs; it was just that they offered good value for money, with prices starting in the tens of thousands, and they performed well too. Even if Hertha wanted to make Alaric pay through the nose, she wouldn't bleed him dry all at once, making him shell out millions. After all, she did have a conscience. Alaric had recently cut ties with the Falconer family, and who knew how much money he had in his pocket?

Upon arriving at the dealership, a salesperson greeted them enthusiastically. "Sir, ma'am, what kind of car are you interested in? I can help you find what you're looking for," the salesperson said, wanting to know their budget and the type of car they had in mind to make recommendations easier.

"Show us the best car

direction, gesturing for Hertha and Alaric to follow. Hertha gave

"You do know BMWs

buying a car means spending millions.

about showing off or luxury. Don't you get it?" Alaric rubbed

Was there a necessary connection between life and

had already returned to the salesperson, politely saying, "We're looking at something around $30,000. Can you show us cars in that price range?" "Of course, ma'am, right this way," the salesperson