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.

though Hertha's words were a blend of truth

now even more disillusioned, gazed at Hertha, her face pale and

mind was a battlefield, strategizing

Even a woman who fell for Alaric at first sight remembers every detail about him. But you?

memory, okay?"

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

formulate a rebuttal, curious about Hertha's defense, she asked,

fell for him at first sight? Or, you never had any real interaction with Alaric. It's normal

that, Georgia's demeanor shifted abruptly, hastily asserting, "Who says nothing happened