The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Georgia found herself on the receiving end of Alaric and Hertha's bewildered and shocked stares. She immediately realized she'd put her foot in it. As Hertha's interrogation bore down on her, Georgia felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach, her feet inching backward in retreat.

"I, I didn't say anything," Georgia stammered, wishing she could take back her words. But once words are out, they're like spilled milk-impossible to gather up again. Didn't she understand such a simple truth? "Really, Georgia? You should know, it's easy for us to take you to the hospital for checks to see if you've been pregnant before or if you're still pure," Hertha said, arms crossed as she advanced step by step towards Georgia.

Hertha's imposing approach made Georgia step back further; she'd never seen Hertha wield such authority. It was as if Hertha was the untouchable heiress, backed by unshakeable confidence and powerful support. And Georgia? She felt like a commoner, ignorant and insignificant.

Backed into a corner, Georgia spat out defiantly, "You wouldn't dare! If you lay a finger on me, I'll call the cops on you in a heartbeat!"

been fabricating medical reports. That's a crime, you know," Hertha retorted, unfazed by Georgia's threat. Georgia looked desperately at Alaric, "Alaric, our families have business ties. Are you really going to let

help, but her words were laced with arrogance. She had used this tactic before, pressuring Alaric into

she didn't

enough of her threats. He had once thought Hertha was out of reach,

having been intimate and pushed together by their families,

up, Alaric cut ties with the

I only listen to her. If she wants me to drive you to the hospital for a check-up, I won't hesitate," Alaric said, his resolve