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?

earth-shattering news," 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, each word seething through clenched teeth,

smashed into his palm and not his face. Had he not anticipated her throw, he'd be nursing

couldn't help but chuckle, "Could you maybe aim somewhere other than the face next time? I mean, come on, this handsome mug

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 as

responsibility. But you're the

livid, steam practically coming out of her ears, "Can you not be such a

brought up the hookup," Alaric pointed out, touching his nose as

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

matters in public

about his reputation,

glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, Hertha's anger subsided a bit. She moved closer to

puzzled, indicating it was

what right do you have to sell