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?

leaned in closer, just as Hertha was reeling from her discovery. Snapping back to reality, Hertha lifted her phone to chuck it at him, each word seething through clenched teeth, "Alaric, are you freaking out

phone, thankful it smashed into his palm and not his face. Had

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

exactly your face I was aiming for! Alaric, don't think just because you're good-looking, you can do whatever you please! Not only do

heaving with anger as she

But you're the one pushing me away,"

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

out, touching his nose as if he was making

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

guy, discussing such matters in public without a shred of

about his

sure 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

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

what right do you have to sell