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?

the 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

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

the face next time? I mean, come on, this handsome mug of mine

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

was fuming, her chest heaving with anger

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

"Can you not be

brought up the hookup," Alaric pointed out, touching his

frustration, stuck in her throat, unable to

discussing such matters in public without

might not care about his reputation,

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

They're probably halfway here by now," Alaric replied, puzzled,

my car, what right do you have to sell

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