The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"You..." His words almost had Hertha cursing him out loud. She shot him an irritated glance before swallowing her anger.

Forget it, she thought. She was driving, and it was her brand new car. The last thing she needed was another fender bender marring its perfection.

"Are you under some kind of misunderstanding about me? How could I possibly be the foolish one? You take the cake, falling over yourself to play the hero for others." Hertha couldn't help but feel a lump in he throat when she thought of Georgia using the threat of a child against Alaric.

Her child, however, was indeed Alaric's, but she would never use their child to manipulate Alaric.

Georgia, on the other hand, had stooped to hiring a child to manipulate Alaric. It was beyond ridiculous.

"Hertha, what are you implying? Could it be that Julian and Helena are yours and Spencer's?" Alaric's face darkened.

"You're not foolish, you're downright dumb!" Hertha was so furious she nearly choked.

Alaric, she thought. Even after she had spelled it out for him, he

was truly

his own thoughts, genuinely believing Hertha's comment about being happy for

bother to entertain his questions, her hands gripping the steering

cherished her new car, and no matter how angry she was, she refrained from speeding

like a tempest, yet

sullen, his mood

Hertha parked the car with precision, storming out and heading towards the building. Alaric followed suit, quickening

enveloped in their own chilly aura as they entered the elevator,

Alaric close behind. He knew if she entered the apartment,