The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1187

Alaric's piercing gaze lingered on Hertha as he walked past her, with Angelina trailing behind. The moment Angelina's eyes met Hertha's, a flicker of cold surprise crossed her face, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, and she continued to cheerfully usher Georgia and her mother to keep up.

It was only after the group had passed that Hertha allowed her tense shoulders to relax.

"Do you know those people?" Spencer's voice suddenly cut through the air.

Thalassa was about to speak, but Hertha beat her to it, "No, we don't."

Her answer was emphatic, causing Spencer to pause.

Alaric, who had taken a seat behind them, stiffened at her resolute response, throwing a chilling glance in Hertha's direction.

Unaware of Alaric's reaction, as she was facing away from him, Hertha could clearly see the confusion on Spencer's face.

Seeing Spencer's puzzled look, she chuckled and explained, "We're just average middle-class folks. Those people are clearly from the high society, the cream of the crop—way out of our league."

She put a pointed emphasis on "high society." The people at the next table, including Georgia and her mother, turned to glance at her upon hearing her words.

Angelina quickly changed the subject, "Georgia, what's your favorite dish? Why don't you pick something for us? It's not every day that our families get together like this, and we're here to discuss the union between you and Alaric, no need to let outsiders spoil the mood."

With her roundabout way, Angelina's words were clearly meant for Hertha's ears.

"Sure, I'll pick something. Alaric, what do you fancy? I'll start with your favorites," said Georgia, ever so considerate.