The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

She reluctantly pulled out the household registration book.

Alaric had been watching it the entire time. Seeing Angelina finally take it out, he immediately reached over, snatched the document from her hands, and said cheerfully, "Grandma and Grandpa, thank you so much!"

After saying that, he glanced back at Angelina. His eyes were filled with guilt. He knew his mother was still against him marrying Hertha. If he persisted, his mother would be furious.

From a young age, his mother had meticulously arranged everything for him, always ensuring he never came short. Going against her wishes would definitely hurt her. As a son, he didn't want to cause his mother any pain, but compared to his guilt, he was more afraid of losing Hertha.

Alaric only gave Angelina a glance, said nothing, and quickly left with the registration book.

Beatrice watched Alaric's retreating figure with a smile, "Look at him, so eager to get married to the love of his life, happy as a lark and off in a flash."Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"He used to be such a party animal. It's not easy to find someone who can make him settle down. He should treasure her," Remington said earnestly, gently patting Beatrice's hand.

After saying that, Remington looked up to meet Angelina's dissatisfied gaze and advised, "Let him go. Don't make him resent you for life."

Resent her for life?

That sentence stabbed Angelina's heart like a needle. Her hand clenched tightly on the sofa.

In her view, if she didn't help Alaric secure the leadership of the Falconer Group, that's when he would resent her for life!

What's a woman worth? Men's interest in women was merely for the novelty. Once that wore off, the woman meant nothing.

Alaric's current obsession with Hertha was because he hadn't obtained her, making him act so irrationally. Once he truly did, it wouldn't be long before he grew tired of her.

Then, he would realize he had neither the sweetness of love nor the vast empire of the Falconer Group. He would truly have nothing!

No, she couldn't just sit by and watch. She had to stop Alaric from marrying Hertha!

Driving with the registration book, Alaric was thrilled and rushed towards Hertha's place.

After days of waiting, he finally got his hands on the document. He could soon call Hertha his wife. The thought made Alaric's heart race with excitement, and he sped up even more.

Thalassa and Hertha were both preoccupied. At lunch, Hertha couldn't help but drink, ranting wildly to Thalassa, one moment toasting to their single lives, the next Cursing Alaric and Lysander.

The meal ended with Hertha drunk.

Thalassa had no choice but to help Hertha to the car and drive her home herself.

Hertha was heavily intoxicated and needed to sleep it off.

As they were nearing Hertha's home in the Gulfstream Community, a black BMW suddenly rushed towards them at the intersection, looking like it was going to crash into them.

Thalassa, terrified, quickly turned the steering wheel, but it was too late. The car slammed into theirs.

With a loud crash, Thalassa's head hit the steering wheel. She instantly felt dizzy, trying to lift her head, but it felt as heavy as a ton of bricks.

She struggled to keep her eyes open,

wanting to call for help, but a warm sensation flowed from her head into l

her eyes, pain piercing through her heart Her head grew dizzier, her vision darkened, and she lost consciousness.