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?"

I called? They'll be paying us." With that, Alaric

phone just in time. That could have ended in a

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

it were that easy!" she

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

to do," came Alaric's voice, floating

her pace to catch up, peering up at him, "Seriously, what service did you call? I've never heard of such a thing where they

worry, the better. Just wait for the money,"

he withheld details, the more Hertha's curiosity grew. "No way, you have to tell me. It's like there's an itch I can't

no," Alaric responded, his

Alaric's face. It had