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?

discovery. Snapping back to reality, Hertha lifted

incoming phone, thankful it smashed into his palm and not his face. Had he not anticipated

somewhere other than the face

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 car have

heaving with anger as

take responsibility. But you're the one pushing me away," Alaric retorted with

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

the hookup," Alaric pointed out, touching his nose as if he

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

such matters in public

about

anger subsided a bit. She moved closer to Alaric, teeth gritted, "Shut up! Call them back and tell them not to come

They're probably halfway here by now," Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it was too late to

right do you have to sell it?" Hertha spat out

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