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?

bug 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 phone to chuck it

a flash, Alaric caught the incoming phone, thankful it smashed into his palm and not his face. Had he not anticipated her throw, he'd be nursing a facial

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

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

fuming, her chest heaving with anger as

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

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

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

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

matters in

not care about

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

They're probably halfway here by now," Alaric replied, puzzled, indicating it was too

my car, what right do you have to sell