The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Georgia thought that tears were her ultimate weapon. In her mind, a few drops could manipulate any situation to her favor.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Alaric, visibly disgusted, pushed her away. His face hardened as he snapped, "Georgia, that's rich, playing the victim now, are we? I saw you charging at Hertha, fists ready. She was just defending herself. A slap was the least you deserved."

Alaric, showing his distaste, shook his hands as if he had touched something filthy just by grabbing Georgia's collar.

Seeing his repulsed expression, Georgia's suppressed anger bubbled up like lava, threatening to engulf her.

Not only did Alaric push her away, but he also looked at her as if she was something he needed to wipe off his hands. How much more could he possibly despise her?

Georgia was devastated. Yet, in front of Alaric, she couldn't afford to be her usual haughty self. Her mother had warned her that if she didn't tame her temper, she could kiss her dreams of being with Alaric goodbye.

She needed to appear vulnerable in front of Alaric, to cry and make him feel sorry for her.

freely, giving Alaric a pitiful look. "Alaric, I'm sorry. I was too impulsive. It's okay if she insults me, but when

rallied around her, offering their

aback by Georgia's apology, her sudden

now, she couldn't evoke even

your mistake, yet you're still here? Get

She trembled with silent rage, wanting to scream at Alaric for

her mother's words echoed in her ears, keeping her anger at bay, even as she struggled to contain

"Alaric, why are you being so harsh? Remember, there's a child

be seeing

So Georgia was still playing her

you dare bring up