The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1193

Hertha had already talked about marriage with Spencer now.

To Hertha, Alaric thought he was probably just a punchline to some private joke.

Oh, the irony. Alaric, the dashing heir to the Falconer fortune, a man who moved through social soirees with a swagger, always had women clamoring for his attention, eager to share his bed.

He was the one who ended flings, never the one left high and dry.

And yet, Hertha had played him for a fool, took his money, and left.

Thinking she could just walk away, tie the knot with someone else without any complications? As if.

Did she really think she could treat Alaric like a pushover?

Fuming, Alaric's muscles tensed as he stormed off to his Porsche and sped away.

Spencer didn't notice anything strange at all, and with the happy feeling that he was about to make things right with Hertha, he got in his car and drove away.

Hertha, meanwhile, was driving with her friend Thalassa to the Royal Estates.

"What did you and Alaric talk about just now?" Thalassa asked.

She had stepped aside at the restroom to give Hertha and Alaric a moment alone.

But after their chat, Hertha seemed even more upset.

"He threw some snide remarks my way, I snapped back, and that was that. No deep conversation," Hertha explained.