The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1973

"Really? This one?" Alaric hesitated, eyeing the sleek car in front of him.

"Absolutely, I told you, this is the one. Are you buying or what?" Hertha snapped, mistaking his hesitation for reluctance to pay.

"Buying, buying, I'm on it," Alaric hurried, pulling out his credit card and following the salesperson to the cashier.

He had planned to splurge on something more expensive, but he almost upset her with his indecision. This was not the moment to waver.

Alaric paid in full without a second thought.

Turning to Hertha with a grin, he teased, "I heard that when a woman tries to save a man money, it's because she sees a future with him. Hertha, are you...?"

"Cut that smug smile. I'm just avoiding future debts," Hertha rolled her eyes at him.

"Sir, ma'am, your car is ready to be taken home now," the salesperson, beaming with professional joy, handed Hertha the receipt.

This was perhaps the quickest sale the salesperson had ever made—a whopping $40,000 in one go, marking a successful day's work.

Taking the receipt from the salesperson, Hertha walked towards the shining red Mustang, ready to slide into the driver's seat.

Not far off, a mocking voice broke the air, "Well, if it isn't Hertha? A middle-class girl dreaming of a Mustang. I bet the salesperson thought they'd wasted their time."

The voice was unmistakably snide. Hertha turned to see Georgia, her face gaunt as if sculpted from bone, her elaborate makeup doing little to hide her disdain.