The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1136



Chapter 1136

Chapter 1136


Chapter 1136


who stood nearby, noticed the spectacle unfolding before her too. Alaric, the town’s charming


Casanova, was being treated like a little boy with his ear firmly in the grip of his mother. The kicker was


he couldn’t even throw a fit; he could only plead for mercy.


Hertha was in stitches, and Thalassa couldn’t contain her amusement either. A grin cracked through


her previously bitter expression.


Catching sight of Hertha and Thalassa snickering, Alaric’s embarrassment deepened. With a


complexion souring by the second, he addressed his mother, Angelina, with a serious tone, “Mom, if


you don’t let go, I’m really going to lose it!”


“Oh, I’m shaking in my boots,” Angelina snorted, one hand on her hip, the other still twisting Alaric’s


ear, forcing him to keep his head bowed in submission.


With a scowl, Angelina chastised him, “Now you’re concerned about your reputation? What about our


family’s reputation when you’re out there romancing every Jane and Jill?” Angelina cast a disdainful


glance at a woman nearby who, until moments ago, appeared quite pleased in Alaric’s embrace. Now,


seeing him reprimanded, she stood silently. She was just hoping she could have a romantic escapade


with Alaric later.


The woman’s cheeks paled under Angelina’s reprimand. With the crowd’s laughter ringing in her ears,


she turned and fled with her wounded pride.


“Your lady friend has left. Now, you’re coming with me,” Angelina commanded his son. She released


Alaric’s ear and strode out of the bar.


Rubbing his sore ear, Alaric couldn’t help but steal a glance at Hertha, who was propping her chin with


her hands, her big, curious eyes sparkling with mischief. Wearing a smirk on her face, she was


following his every move like she was watching the season’s hottest drama.


Something about her detached amusement struck a chord in Alaric, leaving him feeling inexplicably


flustered.


Together with Angelina, Alaric left the bar, leaving the patrons chuckling before they returned to their


drinks.


Hertha nudged Thalassa with her elbow, her voice dripping with gossip, “Thalassa, what do you think


will happen to Alaric now?”


“His mother scolds Alaric because she cares, but it will also hurt her heart if she really punishes him.


What else? He’ll probably be dragged back home for an arranged marriage,” Thalassa replied, sipping


her juice.


She could tell that Angelina’s public ear-twisting was more a show to ward off those women who


fancied Alaric than a genuine desire to punish her son.


Hertha, who’d half expected Alaric to get a good thrashing back home, lost her interest at Thalassa’s


words. Her smile collapsed as she said, “That’s so boring. A sleaze like Alaric should be castrated!”


“Pfft!” Thalassa almost choked on her drink, coughing in disbelief at Hertha’s savage comment.


Quickly grabbing a napkin, she wiped her mouth, eyes wide as she exclaimed, “Could you be any more


brutal with your words?”


“I’m just speaking the truth,” Hertha said matter-of-factly.


“Change the subject; we’re attracting stares,” Thalassa gestured subtly, scanning the room.


Hertha glanced around nonchalantly, only to find everyone looking at her as if she were the latest


spectacle.


Was she now the center of the gossip circle?


Silently, she picked up Thalassa’s juice and took a sip.


Thalassa watched as her juice was taken and drunk. She didn’t say anything. Hertha’s


careless movement seemed to reveal her actual distractedness.


Outside, Alaric caught up with Angelina, who was marching ahead.


“Mom, what’s this really about?”


“We’ll discuss it at home.”


“No, we’ll talk right here. I’m not going anywhere until you tell me,” Alaric insisted, stubborn as ever.


Angelina was forced to stop, turning back to face him with frustration brimming in her eyes, “Your


grandfather’s back from his travels, and his heart’s acting up. He wants you settled down and starting a


family, to give him great-grandchildren.”


“Then you can tell Grandpa that I’d rather die than marry Georgia!” Alaric’s defiance was also


steadfast.


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