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?"

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

guard, managed to catch her phone just in

curiosity turned to skepticism as she eyed Alaric, "What kind of service did you call that they'd

were that easy!"

smirk, gesturing for her to follow him to the roadside. Hertha was utterly baffled but followed, calling out, "Hey, Alaric, aren't you going to wait for

know what to do," came Alaric's

to catch up, peering up at him, "Seriously, what service did you call? I've never heard of such a thing where they tow your car, don't charge you,

worry, the better. Just wait for the

"No way, you have to tell me. It's like there's an itch

his own amusement growing with

Alaric's face.