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

her phone just

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

only it were

with a playful smirk, gesturing for her to follow him to the roadside. Hertha was utterly baffled but

need. They know what 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

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

he withheld details, the more Hertha's curiosity grew. "No way, you

said no," Alaric responded, his own

to Alaric's face. It had been a while