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?

her discovery. Snapping back to reality, Hertha lifted her phone to chuck it at him, each word seething through clenched teeth, "Alaric, are you

as a flash, Alaric caught the incoming phone, thankful it smashed into his palm and not his face.

help but chuckle, "Could you maybe aim somewhere other than the face

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

fuming, her chest heaving with anger as she

wouldn't take responsibility. But you're the one pushing me away," Alaric retorted

livid, steam practically coming out of her ears, "Can you not be such a jerk for

you brought up the hookup," Alaric pointed out, touching his nose as if he was

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

matters in public without a shred

might not care about his

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

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

you have to sell it?" Hertha spat out