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.

the commotion, only to see a plaque that read

was about to move on when a woman’s imperious voice cut

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 you as

Georgia’s! She was pressuring Alaric into marriage in front of the company’s shareholders!

She was pretty much saying that Alaric’s success hinged solely on marrying her, or

like she was calling Alaric a

even like Alaric?

she shouldn’t push him into a corner to get him to marry her

her tracks, her ears tuned to

a tantrum, do it on your own turf!” Alaric’s voice was strained with suppressed anger as he

pick a wedding date today in front of all these shareholders, and they will petition the current

of threat and enticement, desperate measures to make

brainless, domineering woman, giving no one a moment’s

wouldn’t marry her.

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

may tolerate it once, twice, but don’t think my patience is endless! To hell with this Vice President title!”