The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 47

"Don't judge a book by its cover," Thalassa reminded her.

She told Hertha about what she saw when she was working in the nightclub the other day. Alaric was surrounded by women, even enjoying the sight of a beauty feeding him fruit.

She wasn't trying to be a buzzkill for Hertha; she just wanted to let her know the kind of scene her potential beau was in and the kind of sketchy stuff he's been up to before she got all heart-eyed.

So that Hertha could brace herself.

As Hertha's bestie, it was her duty to give her a heads-up and let her know whether the guy was a keeper or a total douche before she decided to fall head over heels.

She couldn't let Hertha dive in headfirst, knowing fully well that there was something fishy about the guy.

It would be too late by the time she was truly head over heels and then found out he's a jerk.

Hearing Thalassa's description, Hertha's fiery heart seemed to have been doused with cold water, and she cooled down a bit.

She pouted and asked, "Is he really that flaky?"

"Why would I lie to you? Didn't you hear him calling me a nightclub waitress when he greeted me just now?" Thalassa stepped forward, took her arm, and told her to take it seriously.

Hertha's face blew up like a frog's belly, all grumpy: "Guess you really can't judge a book by its cover."

Such a hunk, but he turned out to be a flaky guy.

It was such a pity. The feelings that were just starting to stir in her heart were extinguished before they could even boil.

"Alright, let's drop it for now; let's go home." Thalassa took her arm, hailed a taxi on the street, and the two of them got in.

Meanwhile, Alaric added Hertha's contact info, immediately checked her WhatsApp profile picture, and found a selfie.

He looked at her status updates and found out that she's quite narcissistic, posting selfies every day.