The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

She told Hertha about what she saw when she was working in the nightclub the other day. Alaric was

surrounded by women, even enjoying the sight of beauty feeding him fruit.

She wasn’t trying to be a buzzkill for Hertha, she just wanted to let her know the kind of scene her

potential beau was in and the kind of sketchy stuff he’s been up to before she got all heart eyed

So that Hertha could brace herself

As Hertha’s bestie, it was her duty to give her a heads-up and let her know whether the guy was a

keeper or a total douche before she decided to fall head over heels

She couldn’t let Hertha dive in headfirst, knowing fully well that there was something fishy about the

guy.

It would be too late by the time she was truly head over heels and then found out he’s a jerk.

Hearing Thalassa’s description, Hertha’s fiery heart seemed to have been doused with cold water, and

she cooled down a bit.

She pouted and asked. ‘Is he really that flaky?”

“Why would I lie to you? Didn’t you hear him calling me a nightclub waitress when he greeted me just

now?” Thalassa stepped forward, took her arm, told her to take it seriously.

Hertha’s face blew up like a frog’s belly, all grumpy “Guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover”

Such a hunk, but he turned out to be a flaky guy.

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It was such a pity. The feelings that were just starting to stir in her heart were extinguished before they

could even boil,

“Alright, let’s drop it for now, let’s go home. Thalassa took her arm, hailed a tax on the street, and the

two of them got in.

Meanwhile, Alaric added Hertha’s contact info, immediately checked her WhatsApp profile picture, and

found a selfie.

He looked at her status updates and found out that she’s quite narcissistic, posting selfies every day.

With her round face, big eyes, and cherry lips, she looked really cute

Remembering her drooling over him earlier, Alaric finally let out the laugh he’d been holding in,

laughing so hard he was bending over backwards

“Hahaha.”

The elevator reached the top floor, the doors opened, and Alaric was still laughing.

David, who was waiting for the elevator, thought he’d run into some nutcase. He looked and saw it was

Lysander’s buddy, Alaric

He asked in confusion, Mr. Falconer, what’s so funny? Care to share?”

Still chuckling, Alaric walked out of the elevator, palted David’s shoulder, wiped a tear from the corner

of his eye, and said, “I just ran into a smitten woman downstairs. She was drooling over my face, even

licked her lips. You should’ve seen it, it was hilarious!

Alaric was doubled over laughing

He’s encountered countless smitten women over the years, but this was the first time he’d seen one

drool over him so openly.

Plus, with her round and cute expressions, she was like a little kitten in heat, both adorable and

hilarious.

“Well, that just shows Mr. Falconer’s irresistible charm, attracting crowds wherever you go. David

commented smoothly.

and

Alaric was pleased with the compliment. David was indeed Lysander’s most competent assistant, every

word he said hit the right notes, making one feel proud and happy

“You got that right, describing my looks as ‘perfect isn’t an overstatement at all.” Alaric chuckled

proudly, his eyes sparkling with a charming light.

He was indeed very handsome, even men would be compelled to admire his good looks. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

But compared to Lysander, he was a bit inferior

Alaric’s handsomeness had a certain flamboyant quality to it, as if there was a feminine beauty and

charm to him,

Whereas Lysander was all masculinity. His face was incredibly handsome, with deep-set eyes, a

prominent nose, and sexy, thin lips. He was both handsome and rugged, full of male hormones; his

aura was awe-inspiring

He was quite chummy with Alanc.