The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric rubbed his chin, looking mischievously at ease, "Beg me, come on, beg me, and I'll tell you what to do."

Hertha, who had been frantic just a moment ago, puffed up her cheeks in anger at his words, "Alaric!"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing. You just sit tight in the car, I'll handle this." Seeing Hertha truly about to lose her temper, Alaric quickly admitted his mistake.

With that, he opened the car door and stepped out, moving around to the driver's side with the swagger of a well-to-do young man. He addressed the burly man, "Enough with the fuss, so I bumped your car, so what?"

"What kind of attitude is that? Look what you've done to my car!" The man was menacing, pointing at the rear of his battered car and glaring angrily.

Alaric calmly pulled out a platinum card from his pocket, pinching it between two fingers and handing it to the irate man, "Here, a BMW service center platinum card. Don't worry about fixing your car. Heck, you could give it a full makeover and it wouldn't be a problem."

The man's eyes lit up at the sight of the card in Alaric's hand, his demeanor instantly becoming friendly, "Oh, a regular at the BMW shop, I see. Sorry, I was too harsh just now."

As the man apologized, he eagerly took the platinum card from Alaric.

"Alright, your car still runs. Just drive it straight to the service center," Alaric told him.

okay, we'll settle it like this then." The man, now holding the platinum card,

into the battered BMW

witnessed the entire scene, her eyes wide with astonishment.

such a major

up to her, that burly man would have given her an earful, not to

would have cost a pretty

had

few sentences, and she noticed the man leaving with

her head to see Alaric's handsome face almost pressed against the glass, smiling and gesturing

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engine roared to dife, but when she pressed the clutch, the

at Alaric in a panic, "It's broken, the