Chapter 1967

Chapter 1967

Alaric held the phone high above his head, just out of Hertha's reach. Seeing the frustration on her face, Alaric remained cool as a cucumber, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Chill out, will you? Just stand back and let me handle this."

"Stand back? Alaric, have you lost your mind?" Hertha couldn't believe her ears. It was her car and her mess to deal with. What did he mean by telling her to stand back?

Alaric ignored her for a moment, pulling out his own phone to make a call. "Yeah, it's down by Dream Street. Hurry up, we need this car towed."

Once the call ended, Hertha scoffed, "Wow, I thought you had some master plan. But you just called a tow truck, didn't you?"

Alaric's smile widened, "Well, the tow service I called is not quite the same as the one you'd call."

Hertha's curiosity was piqued. "How so?"

a tow service. The one I called? They'll be paying us." With that,

caught off guard, managed to catch her phone just in

to skepticism as she eyed Alaric, "What kind of service did you call that

it were

a cab to Royal Estates," Alaric said with a playful smirk, gesturing for her to follow him to the roadside. Hertha was utterly baffled but followed, calling out, "Hey, Alaric,

do," came Alaric's

to catch up, peering up at him, "Seriously, what service did you call? I've never heard of such a thing where they tow your car, don't charge you,

the better. Just wait for the money," Alaric teased, clearly enjoying holding back

details, the more Hertha's curiosity grew. "No way, you have to tell me. It's like there's an itch

Alaric responded, his own amusement

eager and curious brought a genuine smile to Alaric's face. It had

you won't tell? Fine, I'll find out myself!" Hertha huffed, and in a bold move, she reached into Alaric's pocket, where he had just

her hand made

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