The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1421

A playful smirk lifted the corners of Alaric's mouth, his eyes—sharp and mischievous with a hint of roguish charm—only relaxed in front of Hertha.

"What are you on about?" Hertha rolled her eyes, dismissing the unnecessary banter. "Who needs him to accept, anyway? I just need you to convince him to meet us once. Thalassa said she's willing to put up fifty million for Dr. Funke to come out of retirement and treat Lysander."

Dr. Funke was well versed in both traditional and modern medicine, and he might just be the miracle worker they needed for Lysander.

Lysander was Alaric's best mate, and after three years in a coma, his condition weighed heavily on Alaric's mind as well. If Dr. Funke could cure Lysander, nothing could be better.

"You don't need to meet him," Alaric said abruptly.

"What do you mean? You won't help us?" Hertha's temper flared, and she was moments away from throwing a punch at Alaric.

"No. I'll convince Dr. Funke to treat Lysander myself," Alaric quickly clarified.

Hertha's clenched fist relaxed, and she managed a smile at Alaric. "Try talking to him first, but if he's not willing, we'll still need you to introduce us."

She was grateful for her quick reflexes. Otherwise, Alaric might've taken a fist to the face.

Alaric caught her smiling eyes, which seemed to sparkle even more with her deliberate grin, like phosphorescence dancing across a lake and into his heart.

Caught off guard, Alaric felt a flutter and leaned in closer. "If it works out, what's in it for me?"

As he leaned in, the faint scent of mint and tobacco from his shirt enveloped her, sending her pulse racing. His devilishly handsome face was now just inches from hers, the allure almost too much to resist, making her breath uneven.

Hertha took a step back, her eyes wide with surprise. "Alaric, you're the vice president of the Falconer Group. Isn't it beneath you to ask for favors from a commoner?"