The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha's eyes sparkled with a mocking glee, piercing through the silence of the room.

"You're lying. After three years, who would remember such trivial details about someone irrelevant?" Georgia retorted, her face a shade of stormy gray as she tried to counter Hertha's remarks.

Alaric felt a heavy sadness within him, unsure of Hertha's intentions. His eyes, sharp and probing, looked at Hertha with a mix of scrutiny and sorrow.

"Interestingly, the receptionist is head over heels for Alaric. She was so enchanted by him that she remembered everything about their first encounter three years ago, afraid she'd forget him. If you don't believe me, ask him yourself," Hertha sneered, tilting her chin towards Alaric, prompting Georgia to question him.

"Alaric, is this true?" Georgia, caught up in the moment, actually turned to Alaric.

"She's not wrong," Alaric replied solemnly.

of truth and lies, he couldn't bring himself to expose

now even more disillusioned, gazed at

battlefield,

to adore Alaric, yet you can't even recall the details of your only encounter? Even a woman who fell for Alaric at

have a bad memory, okay?"

an hour with Alaric? Isn't that contradictory? There's only one explanation that makes sense,"

Georgia could formulate a rebuttal, curious about Hertha's defense,

is a facade. You don't truly like him; you're only interested in his family background. Otherwise, how could you be less memorable than someone who fell for him at first sight?

abruptly, hastily asserting, "Who