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.

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

friends quickly rallied around

by Georgia's apology, her sudden show of

she couldn't evoke even a shred

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

wanting to scream at Alaric for siding with Hertha over

in her ears, keeping her anger at bay, even as she struggled

being so harsh? Remember, there's a

scared he'd be seeing you treat me like

stand it anymore. So Georgia was still

up the child?"