The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric held the phone high above his head, just out of Hertha's reach. Seeing the frustration on her face, Alaric remained cool as a cucumber, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Chill out, will you? Just stand back and let me handle this."

"Stand back? Alaric, have you lost your mind?" Hertha couldn't believe her ears. It was her car and her mess to deal with. What did he mean by telling her to stand back?

Alaric ignored her for a moment, pulling out his own phone to make a call. "Yeah, it's down by Dream Street. Hurry up, we need this car towed."

Once the call ended, Hertha scoffed, "Wow, I thought you had some master plan. But you just called a tow truck, didn't you?"

Alaric's smile widened, "Well, the tow service I called is not quite the same as the one you'd call."

Hertha's curiosity was piqued. "How so?"

out of your pocket for a tow service. The one I called? They'll be paying us." With that, Alaric tossed

phone just in time. That

skepticism as she eyed Alaric, "What kind of service did you call that they'd actually pay

were

playful smirk, gesturing for her to follow him to the roadside. Hertha

do," came Alaric's voice, floating back

service did you call? I've never heard of such a thing where they tow your car, don't charge you, and

the money," Alaric teased, clearly enjoying holding back the

Hertha's curiosity grew. "No way, you have

no," Alaric responded, his own amusement growing with her

brought a genuine smile to Alaric's face. It had been a while