The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Watching Hertha with those clear, unadulterated eyes full of straightforward honesty, Alaric found himself reconsidering the value of wealth for the first time in his life. He had always operated under the belief that there was no problem money couldn't solve; if there was, it simply meant not enough money had been offered. But Hertha's attitude shattered that notion.

"Whether or not you want me has nothing to do with whether or not you want a car. Don't mix the two," Alaric said, his tone now sincere and devoid of any previous air of superiority.

He genuinely wanted to gift Hertha a new car. The one she had been driving for years was an old stick shift, its performance deteriorating to the point of being nearly scrap-worthy. Considering Hertha's safety, Alaric wished to offer her a modern, reliable vehicle, one less prone to causing accidents. After several scary incidents on the road involving Hertha, Alaric was genuinely afraid.

Hertha studied Alaric's expression closely. His eyes, narrow and earnest, seemed to plead with her to accept his offer. His helpless yet honest look didn't seem fake.

really want to give me a

the thought of them losing

true concerns. He could only justify his offer by invoking concern for their children, not daring to admit his fear of losing her himself. Despite her initial resistance, Hertha's heart softened at his words. Her round eyes twinkled mischievously as she grinned and asked, "So, are you

mid-sentence, realizing she had already changed her mind. His dejected expression instantly brightened, and he said, "Let's head to the Maserati dealership!' With that,

could I actually ask for a Maserati?" Herthal laughed. A Maserati, with its steep price tag, was far beyond a simple request. But she had a point. If Afaric was

was unbearable. As their father, Alaric had a duty to ensure her safety. "If he wants to gift me