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?

eyes? You'd think you stumbled upon 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

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

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

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

chest heaving with anger as she confronted

the one pushing me away," Alaric retorted with an

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

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

surge of frustration, stuck in her throat, unable

discussing such matters in public without a

might not care about his reputation, but

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

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

do you have to sell it?" Hertha spat out

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