The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1425
The warmth in Alaric’s heart had no chance to surface before it was cruelly drowned in the ocean.
His face darkened as he watched Hertha and Spencer exchanging greetings casually.
Still holding onto a thread of hope, he questioned, “You both live here?”
“Yeah, is there a problem?” Hertha answered without hesitation, her eyes calm and steady after an initial flicker of panic.
“Mr. Falconer, I’ve heard Hertha mention you before. It’s worth celebrating to see old friends, isn’t it? I’ve just picked up some
stuff for a barbecue tonight, why don’t you join us?” Spencer invited with a friendly smile.
“Oh, come on! He’s now the Vice President of Falconer Group, busy managing a huge business empire. He’s much too
unavailable for a casual dinner with us,” Hertha said, her voice cool as she declined on Alaric’s behalf.
The last thing she wanted was for Alaric to linger. How could she possibly want him to stay for dinner?
Especially when her kids might come back home any minute now. That would push her world to a whirlwind.
Hertha was eager to send Alaric away now. But to him, her excuses sounded like a
different message.
Hertha was mocking him, suggesting he only got the Vice President position because of the Reed family’s connections.
And that his busy schedule was filled with obligations to the Reeds.
Alaric felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if it had been pricked by needles. His very bones felt as if they were soaked in brine,
heavy and sour.
Three years can witness a lot.
In the end, Hertha had married Spencer! They lived together, and the way they communicated was distinctly that of a married
couple.
Yes, three years ago Hertha had said it herself that her interest in Alaric was fleeting, but her feelings for Spencer were genuine.

Spencer was a good match for her, the one to share her life with.
She had taken the Falconer family’s money and spent it without a second thought, but she wouldn’t let Spencer spend a dime
more than necessary. What a harsh reality.
Her earlier words echoed in Alaric’s mind. He wasn’t right for her, while Spencer was the perfect match.
How foolish he had been to think he could start over with Hertha after three years. He once looked down on Hertha, but now, he
was the one left in the dust.
If you don’t seize fate at its peak, you would miss it for a lifetime. Everyone pays a price for their arrogance and foolishness.
Alaric’s heart trembled with pain, but he maintained a mocking coolness on his face, preserving the last shred of his dignity.
“You lovebirds enjoy your meal. I’ve got work to do. I’ll be off,” he said, striding to his car and driving away.
Hertha stood by Spencer, watching Alaric’s car disappear into the distance.
As the sleek, blue–gray Maserati faded away, Hertha finally let out a sigh of relief.
That was close. Alaric had almost discovered her children.
As tough as she was, she couldn’t stand against the Falconer family, so the best strategy was to keep her children’s existence a
secret from them.
“Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to give him the wrong idea.” Hertha said, snapping back to reality and apologizing to Spencer.
Spencer’s lips curled with a smile that held a tinge of bitterness.
“You like him, don’t you? Why didn’t you explain?” he asked.
“Ah, liking someone and seeing the reality are two different things. Anyway, do you think you’ve bought too much for just us to
eat?” Hertha deflected, eyeing the bags in Spencer’s hands.
“I bought it to share with you guys,” Spencer said, his voice soft.