The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Georgia was dragging her heels, not ready to leave. It had been ages since she last saw Alaric, and now, after hardly exchanging a few words, she was being pulled away. How could she possibly be okay with that?

Angelina tugged at her, but Georgia kept looking back at Alaric with longing eyes.

There he was, Alaric, hands braced on the diner's table, head bowed, the very picture of defeat and disinterest. Not a single look of longing for her, not a glance her way.

Just one look at Alaric, and Georgia's heart twisted in pain, her annoyance biting at her lower lip.

She had poured all her love into this man, yearning to be with him against all odds, and yet he wouldn't even spare her a glance!

Georgia was heartbroken, furious!

How could she possibly be inferior to Hertha? When it came to family background, she was leagues above Hertha!

In terms of looks, she was slim and stylish, miles ahead of the pudgy Hertha!

But Alaric, oh Alaric, had eyes only for Hertha!

Georgia felt her chest heave in anger.

her

they hit the sidewalk, Georgia couldn't take it anymore.

"What are you doing? People will

Hertha, she's already had kids with another man, and he's still hung up on her!" Seeing Georgia in such a state, Angelina was speechless, disappointed. Her tantrums

wonder Alaric

with such

of the Whitman family,

with her own son!

alone play mate

saving grace was her

first. Knowing your enemy is the key to victory,"

tramp Hertha? She's already had kids with another man.

There's nothing worse than

cause, squandering every

years ago, she had the upper hand, having spent a night with Alaric, which led to their engagement. All she needed to do was play her cards