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?

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, "Alaric, are you

his palm and not his face. Had he not anticipated her throw, he'd be nursing a facial injury

you maybe aim somewhere other than the face next time? I mean, come on, this handsome mug of mine isn't

you're good-looking, you can do whatever you please! Not only do you bail after hooking up, now you're trying to sell

heaving with anger as she

you're the one pushing me away," Alaric retorted with an

practically coming out of her ears, "Can you not be

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

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

such matters in public without

might not care about

sure no 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 them not to come for

now," Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it was too late

right do you have to sell it?"