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?

some 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, "Alaric, are you freaking out of your

his palm and not his face. Had he not anticipated her

face next time? I mean, come on, this handsome mug of mine isn't easily

your face 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 car have to do

was fuming, her chest heaving with anger as she

you're the one

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

Alaric pointed out, touching his nose as if he was making a valid

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

in public without a shred of

might not care about his reputation, but she

to them, Hertha's anger subsided a bit. She moved closer to Alaric, teeth gritted, "Shut up!

Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it was too

car, what right do you have to sell it?"