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.

I'm sorry. I was too impulsive. It's okay if she insults me, but when she insulted my friend, I almost lost it. Can you forgive me

friends quickly rallied around

Georgia's apology, her sudden

no matter how she presented herself now, she couldn't evoke even a

glanced at her coldly. "You realize your mistake, yet you're

shattered. She trembled with silent rage, wanting to scream at Alaric for siding with Hertha over

mother's words echoed in her ears, keeping her anger at bay, even as

being so

how scared he'd be seeing you treat me

So Georgia was still playing

up