The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1136

Thalassa, who stood nearby, noticed the spectacle unfolding before her too. Alaric, the town's charming Casanova, was being treated like a little boy with his ear firmly in the grip of his mother. The kicker was he couldn't even throw a fit; he could only plead for mercy.

Hertha was in stitches, and Thalassa couldn't contain her amusement either. A grin cracked through her previously bitter expression.

Catching sight of Hertha and Thalassa snickering, Alaric's embarrassment deepened. With a complexion souring by the second, he addressed his mother, Angelina, with a serious tone, "Mom, if you don't let go, I'm really going to lose it!"

"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots," Angelina snorted, one hand on her hip, the other still twisting Alaric's ear, forcing him to keep his head bowed in submission.

With a scowl, Angelina chastised him, "Now you're concerned about your reputation? What about our family's reputation when you're out there romancing every Jane and Jill?"

Angelina cast a disdainful glance at a woman nearby who, until moments ago, appeared quite pleased in Alaric's embrace. Now, seeing him reprimanded, she stood silently. She was just hoping she could have a romantic escapade with Alaric later.

The woman's cheeks paled under Angelina's reprimand. With the crowd's laughter ringing in her ears, she turned and fled with her wounded pride.

"Your lady friend has left. Now, you're coming with me," Angelina commanded his son. She released Alaric's ear and strode out of the bar.

Rubbing his sore ear, Alaric couldn't help but steal a glance at Hertha, who was propping her chin with her hands, her big, curious eyes sparkling with mischief. Wearing a smirk on her face, she was following his every move like she was watching the season's hottest drama.

Something about her detached amusement struck a chord in Alaric, leaving him feeling inexplicably flustered.

Together with Angelina, Alaric left the bar, leaving the patrons chuckling before they returned to their drinks.

Hertha nudged Thalassa with her elbow, her voice dripping with gossip, "Thalassa, what do you think will happen to Alaric now?"

"His mother scolds Alaric because she cares, but it will also hurt her heart if she really punishes him. What else? He'll probably be dragged back home for an arranged marriage," Thalassa replied, sipping her juice.

She could tell that Angelina's public ear-twisting was more a show to ward off those women who fancied Alaric than a genuine desire to punish her son.

Hertha, who'd half expected Alaric to get a good thrashing back home, lost her interest at Thalassa's words. Her smile collapsed as she said, "That's so boring. A sleaze like Alaric should be castrated!"