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?

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, "Alaric,

phone, thankful it smashed into his palm and not his face. Had he not anticipated her throw, he'd be nursing a facial

somewhere other than the face next time? I mean, come

please! Not only do you bail after hooking up, now

chest heaving with anger as she

never said I wouldn't take responsibility. But you're the one pushing me away," Alaric

coming out of her ears, "Can you not be such a jerk for once?

out, touching his nose as

stuck in her throat, unable to vent or swallow. She was on

discussing such matters in public without a shred of

not care about his reputation, but she

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

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

car, what right do you have to sell

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