The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1415

This name was always on the tip of Alaric’s tongue, and sometimes he would stare at the contact number on his phone, lost in thought, his finger hovering over the call button but never quite making the connection.

Alistair figured the woman must mean a lot to Alaric.

Now, the very same woman was calling Alaric directly, and if Alistair were to turn her away, Mr. Falconer would surely be angry.

So, taking the initiative, Alistair replied, “Come on up to the 28th floor please, to the Vice President’s office.”

“But the receptionist won’t let me through,” Hertha protested.

“Just hand her the phone, I’ll talk to her.”

Hertha did as told, and the receptionist’s demeanor shifted from frosty indifference to cordial compliance as she spoke into the phone. Returning the phone to Hertha, she showed a welcoming smile, “Right this way, Ms. Kensington. Please take the elevator up to the 28th floor.”

Hertha noticed the change in the receptionist’s behavior but chose not to engage, taking her phone back and stepping into the elevator. Upon reaching the 28th floor, Hertha found herself a stranger in the Falconer Group’s labyrinth of power and prestige, unsure where the Vice President’s office was. She glanced around and decided to venture left.

Suddenly, the sound of an argument spilled out from one of the rooms.

only to see

to move on when a woman’s imperious voice

give me a straight answer in front of all the shareholders! Will you marry me or not? If you won’t, Michael, Adrian, George–they won’t back you anymore! There would be no point in you playing Vice President then! Marry me, and they’ll recommend

into marriage in front of the company’s

words were a slap in the face to Alaric’s pride. She was pretty much saying that Alaric’s success hinged solely on marrying her, or else he’d plummet

sounded like she was calling

even like

get him to marry her even

stopped in her tracks, her ears tuned

Reed family circus. If you want to throw a tantrum, do it on your own turf!” Alaric’s voice was strained with suppressed anger as he attempted to reason

“Without the Reed family’s support, would you even be here discussing strategies with the top brass? You’d still be scraping by in some small–time firm! Alaric, just pick a wedding date today in front of all these shareholders, and they will petition the current CEO tomorrow to name you the head of the Falconer Group. Your cousin Jeremiah Falconer won’t stand a chance at this position then. Just say the word, and I’ll have mom and

of threat and enticement, desperate measures to make Alaric hers.

a brainless, domineering woman, giving no

wouldn’t

ultimatums, Alaric managed to keep his cool. It was impressive

I may tolerate it once, twice, but don’t think my patience is endless! To hell with this Vice President title!” Alaric exploded, kicking the table before