The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1193
Hertha had already talked about marriage with Spencer now.
To Hertha, Alaric thought he was probably just a punchline to some private joke.
Oh, the irony. Alaric, the dashing heir to the Falconer fortune, a man who moved through social soirees with a swagger, always
had women clamoring for his attention, eager to share his bed.
He was the one who ended flings, never the one left high and dry.
And yet, Hertha had played him for a fool, took his money, and left.
Thinking she could just walk away, tie the knot with someone else without any complications? As if.
Did she really think she could treat Alaric like a pushover?
Fuming, Alaric’s muscles tensed as he stormed off to his Porsche and sped away.
Spencer didn’t notice anything strange at all, and with the happy feeling that he was about
to make things right with Hertha, he got in his car and drove away.
Hertha, meanwhile, was driving with her friend Thalassa to the Royal Estates.
“What did you and Alaric talk about just now?” Thalassa asked.
She had stepped aside at the restroom to give Hertha and Alaric a moment alone.
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But after their chat, Hertha seemed even more upset.
“He threw some snide remarks my way, I snapped back, and that was that. No deep conversation,” Hertha explained.
“Are you two still playing this ‘I’m mad at you, and you’re mad at me’ game?” Thalassa couldn’t help but find the humor in their
dynamic, “Are you really ready to give up on him?” “He and I are from different worlds. There’s no hope, so what’s there to give
up on?” Hertha replied, sounding like a philosopher suddenly, her words deep and meaningful.
“You don’t want to end up like me, do you?” Thalassa’s voice dropped, tinged with sadness. She knew Hertha well. Despite her
tough exterior and carefree attitude, Hertha was the clear-headed one who never lost sight of what was truly important.
Hertha gripped the steering wheel firmly, glancing at Thalassa. After hearing Angelina’s words, she’d decided to take the money
and run, largely considering Thalassa’s current predicament.
She feared ending up in an awkward and difficult situation like Thalassa’s-becoming someone’s secret lover, without any official
status, even if children were involved, not
being acknowledged by the elite.
And if she wanted to leave, it wouldn’t be easy. The possessiveness of men like Alaric was overwhelming; if he didn’t let go, she
couldn’t leave.
Hertha was determined not to end up like Thalassa, which was why she had resolutely taken the money and left, at least to
preserve her freedom.
“Thalassa, I’m not like you. You have children, something that ties you down. I don’t have any strings attached. No matter how
much I love something, if it crosses my line, I can ruthlessly let it go,” Hertha said, comforting her friend and justifying her own

choices.
It was just a man, after all. There would be others.
“I actually admire your courage,” Thalassa confessed sincerely,
“And I admire yours,” Hertha replied with a chuckle. “You’ve run away twice with your children, from Lysander, of all people-a
man who strikes fear into everyone.”
As they were talking, suddenly, a figure burst in front of the car, arms wide, trying to stop them
Caught up in their conversation, Hertha hadn’t slowed down. Seeing the figure emerge, she slammed on the brakes, tires
screeching against the asphalt.
But the car wouldn’t stop on a dime, and it hurtled straight toward the heart leaped to her throat.
Thalassa gasped in shock, bracing for impact.
person. Hertha’s