The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha thought she must have misheard. She couldn't even be bothered to shrug off Alaric's hand resting on her shoulder, her eyes wide with curiosity as she stared at his strikingly handsome profile. "What dic you just say?"

"I said, pick any car you like, and I'll pay for it. Don't be shy!" Noticing Hertha's excitement, Alaric proudly ran his index finger lightly across her cheek.

Hertha swatted his hand away, annoyed. "Stop that, acting like you're rolling in cash all of a sudden. Come on, how much money do you even have in your account? You say I can have any car I want, but can you actually afford a Ferrari?"

In Hertha's eyes, Alaric was nothing but a down-and-out rich boy, kicked out and cut off by his family!

She couldn't believe that Angelina, after kicking Alaric out, wouldn't freeze his bank accounts!

From what Hertha knew about Angelina, to force Alaric into submission, she would surely cut off all his financial resources. That way, Alaric would have no choice but to crawl back and marry Georgia as planned.

"Hey, Hertha, do I really seem that pathetic to you? I can afford a car," Alaric said, pinching Hertha's cheek gently.

There was a domineering yet doting quality to his action.

To anyone looking on, it would seem incredibly sweet.

moments earlier, and

flushed with

it was fear, the fear of her own heart getting flustered, that made Hertha hastily push Alaric's hand

speaking and realized Alaric's arm was still around her shoulder,

Hertha said, turning away and walking in the opposite

more than a few steps before Alaric pulled her back. "Why should

not daring to look

she would no

flirtations confuse her.

whenever I want. Why are you going back on your word

hold of Hertha's sleeve, refusing to let

getting anxious

attitude was tougher than a rock in a cesspool; she was completely indifferent to

never said you weren't the kids' father," Hertha responded as she continued to walk

want my car, then?"