The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Hertha has always been the kind of person who speaks her mind, never afraid to put Alaric on the spot.

Alaric knew Hertha all too well; if she wasn't ribbing him, she wouldn't be Hertha.

As he casually munched on his food, Alaric said, "I've cut ties with my mom, got kicked out of the Falconer clan, just a regular Joe now, no 'young master' talk, please. I'm doing worse than you guys; at least you have your own place, while I'm stuck living in whatever digs my boss throws my way. Who knows, if he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed one morning, I could be out on the street. If it ever comes to that, Hertha..." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Alaric paused, giving Hertha a look before his gaze shifted meaningfully towards Spencer, who was sitting across from him. His look was pretty straightforward.

Finally, his eyes landed on Spencer, flashing a mischievous smile, "You and Hertha wouldn't mind taking me in, would you?"

What was Alaric on about? Asking to crash with them!

Hertha felt a pang in her heart, her pulse racing. That Alaric, always causing her stress, making her heart skip beats with his antics.

had nearly sent her over the edge, scrambling

in with them, how could she keep

glancing at Spencer, her eyes practically begging him: reject him, you must reject him! He can't move

Falconer, with your skills, I

an acceptance nor a direct rejection, was as polite a refusal as they

of steak from the grill, placing it on Spencer's plate with

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NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

serve Spencer with the fork she just had in her

you know me too well, love my steak medium-rare," Spencer's smile was warm and affectionate, unabashedly

to watch their lovey-dovey exchanges anymore, his mischievous demeanor fading as he said, "Where are the mugs? I

get them," chimed in Thalassa, who