The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1969

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?

reeling from her discovery. Snapping back to reality, Hertha lifted her

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

chuckle, "Could you maybe aim somewhere other than the face next time? I mean, come

I was aiming for! Alaric, don't think just because you're good-looking, you can do whatever you please! Not only do you bail after hooking up, now you're trying to sell my car! What does my

her chest heaving with anger

I wouldn't take responsibility. But you're the one pushing

you not be such a jerk for once? I'm talking about my car

Alaric pointed out, touching his nose

of frustration, stuck in her throat, unable to vent or swallow. She was on the verge

guy, discussing such matters in

not care about his reputation,

sure no one was paying attention to them, Hertha's anger subsided a bit. She moved closer to Alaric, teeth gritted,

Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it was

right do you have to sell it?"

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