The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha had always had reservations about his past relationships, especially the chapter with Georgia.

Three years ago, Hertha caught him and Georgia in bed together, a thorn in her heart that she could never quite pull out. Today was supposed to be a joyous day for Hertha and him, a date filled with laughter and happiness. Tomorrow, they were even planning to go to the city hall to get their marriage license.

The last thing he needed was for the receptionist to mess things up. He was so frustrated, he could strangle her!

"What are you coughing for?" Alaric had barely finished coughing when Hertha jabbed him with her elbow, her eyes sparkling with anger as she glared at him.

Alaric, that scoundrel, was actually using this tactic to intimidate the receptionist into silence! Did he think she was some kind of pushover he could just manipulate?

Alaric's mouth twitched, and he sheepishly said, "Nothing, just a sudden scratch in my throat."

and keep quiet," Hertha snapped, rolling her eyes

receptionist, her tone softening, "Please, go on. Don't mind

make a peep. Perhaps it was the effect of seeing the man she admired so afraid

didn't leave immediately; she stayed downstairs for over two

hours?"

but she kept repeating that she was the heiress to the

them ask more questions until

Georgia's domineering attitude, daring to talk back to the police played in her mind. Moreover, it was the first time

crossed Hertha's mind, her brows knitting together as she pondered. Seeing Hertha deep in thought, Alaric worried that if the receptionist said anything more, the fragile peace between him and Hertha might