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?"

one I called? They'll be paying us." With that, Alaric tossed Hertha's phone back to

phone just in time.

eyed Alaric, "What kind of service

were that

Estates," Alaric said with a playful smirk, gesturing for her to follow him to the roadside. Hertha was utterly baffled but followed, calling out, "Hey,

They know what to do," came Alaric's

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

less you worry, the better. Just wait for the money," Alaric

details, the more Hertha's curiosity grew. "No way, you have to tell me. It's like there's an

responded, his own amusement growing with her

to Alaric's face. It had been a while