The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1850

"Hertha, it's me." The voice on the other end of the phone was unmistakably masculine.

A surge of heat rushed to Hertha's head, and she was on the verge of letting out a string of expletives when it hit her – that voice belonged to Alaric!

No way, are scammers now skilled in voice imitation?

Knowing she and Alaric were acquainted, and even mimicking his voice?

Her mind raced, but she swallowed the angry retort and asked coolly, "Alaric?"

"Yeah, your buddy Alaric. He says you can bail him out." The voice then shifted back to that of a police officer.

Hertha blinked, trying to make sense of the situation. So, this wasn't a scam call but a real call from the police?

"If you can't make it, then forget it. We'll just keep him locked up according to the law," the officer said, ready to hang up as Hertha hesitated.

"Wait, wait, I didn't say I couldn't come. I just want to know, what did he do?" she hurriedly asked.

"He was at a nightclub, soliciting the company of an escort, got into a brawl, and seriously injured someone. There's a financial dispute, not to mention the physical altercation," the officer explained succinctly.

Hertha was gobsmacked.

Going to nightclubs, soliciting women, getting into brawls, and financial disputes!

Each statement was more shocking than the last, painting a clear picture of the mess.

A deep sense of disappointment sank in Hertha's heart.

She managed a sarcastic smirk before hanging up.