The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Georgia looked up at the sky, feigning innocence, "Who said that? Certainly wasn't me."

Hertha scoffed, unimpressed by Georgia's sudden transformation into the picture of obedience now that Alaric had arrived. Just moments ago, she was all high and mighty, but now, she was as meek as a lamb.

Hertha's gaze shifted to the woman next to Georgia, "Hey, beautiful, care to enlighten us on who was the jerk saying spending thirty grand on a car is a peasant move?"

Georgia's face turned a shade of green at Hertha's insult, but with Alaric standing by Hertha's side, she restrained herself from snapping back.

The last time Alaric was sick, and she, along with Angelina, visited him, it only ended up annoying Alaric.

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she was still figuring out how to get back into Alaric's or Angelina's

and she could kiss her image goodbye in his

with Hertha's snide remarks, Georgia bit

know who the jerk was?" The woman next to Georgia played

together. A jerk always hangs out with jerks," Hertha muttered

scene behind. Just as her hand touched the door handle, someone yanked it away, and a hand flew towards her face, aiming for a slap. But Hertha wasn't one to take hits lying down. Swiftly, she caught the incoming hand and retaliated with a slap of her own. "Georgia, you think you can hit me?

had impulsively rushed at Hertha, hoping to teach her a

at Hertha, "Ah! You're dead, I'll kill you!" she screamed, like a mad lioness, claws outstretched