The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

She never told Alaric her birthday, did she? And Alaric never celebrated it with her either.

So, how on earth did he know her birthday?

Wait, that's not even the main issue. The real question is, why would he use her birthday as his phone's passcode?

This guy must be nuts!

Hertha was flabbergasted as she scrolled through the call log, her eyes nearly popping out when she saw the top entry-a junkyard!

No way!

The number Alaric had called was for a junkyard!

Was he planning to sell her car as scrap?

Alaric quipped as he leaned in closer, just as Hertha was reeling from her discovery. Snapping back to reality, Hertha lifted her phone to chuck it at him,

a flash, Alaric caught the incoming phone, thankful it smashed into his palm and not his face. Had he not anticipated her throw, he'd be nursing a facial injury by

somewhere other than the face next time? I mean, come on, this handsome mug of mine

only do you bail after hooking

was fuming, her chest heaving with anger as she confronted

the one pushing me away,"

of her ears, "Can you not be such a jerk for once? I'm talking about my

hookup," Alaric pointed out, touching his nose as if he was making a

surge of frustration, stuck in her throat, unable to vent or swallow. She was

guy, discussing such matters in public without a

might not care about his reputation, but

one was paying attention to them, Hertha's anger subsided a bit. She moved closer to Alaric, teeth gritted, "Shut up! Call them back and tell

here by now," Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it was too late to call them off

my car, what right do you have to