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,

the incoming phone, thankful it smashed into his palm and not his face. Had he not anticipated her throw, he'd

couldn't help but chuckle, "Could you maybe aim somewhere other than the face next time? I

whatever you please! Not only do you bail after hooking up, now you're trying to sell my car! What does my car have

her chest heaving with

I wouldn't take responsibility. But you're the one

livid, steam practically coming out of her ears, "Can you not be such a jerk for once? I'm talking

Alaric pointed out, touching his nose as if he was

her throat, unable to vent or swallow. She was

guy, discussing such matters in public without a shred

might not care about his reputation, but she

subsided a bit. She moved

by now," Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it was too late to call them

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

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