The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1850

"Hertha, it's me." The voice on the other end of the phone was unmistakably masculine.

A surge of heat rushed to Hertha's head, and she was on the verge of letting out a string of expletives when it hit her – that voice belonged to Alaric!

No way, are scammers now skilled in voice imitation?

Knowing she and Alaric were acquainted, and even mimicking his voice?

Her mind raced, but she swallowed the angry retort and asked coolly, "Alaric?"

"Yeah, your buddy Alaric. He says you can bail him out." The voice then shifted back to that of a police officer.

Hertha blinked, trying to make sense of the situation. So, this wasn't a scam call but a real call from the police?

"If you can't make it, then forget it. We'll just keep him locked up according to the law," the officer said, ready to hang up as Hertha hesitated.

"Wait, wait, I didn't say I couldn't come. I just want to know, what did he do?" she hurriedly asked.

"He was at a nightclub, soliciting the company of an escort, got into a brawl, and seriously injured someone. There's a financial dispute, not to mention the physical altercation," the officer explained succinctly.

Hertha was gobsmacked.

Going to nightclubs, soliciting women, getting into brawls, and financial disputes!

Each statement was more shocking than the last, painting a clear picture of the mess.

A deep sense of disappointment sank in Hertha's heart.

She managed a sarcastic smirk before hanging up.

Stepping out into the chilly autumn night, the cold wind stung their faces, making their skin tingle uncomfortably.

Hertha couldn't help but wrap her arms around herself. Just as she felt the cold seep in, a jacket was draped over her shoulders, carrying the warmth and scent of a man.

It was the faint mint fragrance that Hertha had once been madly in love with.

The moment the jacket touched her, Hertha's heart skipped a beat. Instinctively repulsed, she flung the jacket to the ground, turned around, and glared at Alaric: "Stay away from me!"

With that, she strode off.

Alaric, hurt by Hertha's disdainful look, darkened in expression but didn't follow. He called out to her retreating figure, "Hertha, what was that look about?"

"You know exactly the kind of dirty deeds you've done. That I even came to bail you out is more than you deserve! Alaric, it's been three years. I thought you had turned over a new leaf, but you're just the same as you always were! I'm so disappointed in you. From now on, let's not see each other again!"