The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric's narrow, hawk-like eyes widened as he stared at Georgia. The news she delivered left him in a state of shock and delight, his breathing erratic with the overwhelming surprise. Hertha was equally taken aback, having never anticipated the truth to unfold in such a manner.

That night, Alaric had indeed been with a woman, so when Georgia confessed it was her, he harbored no doubt. He couldn't dismiss what had happened to him. But in reality, the woman Alaric had been with was Hertha, not Georgia! She had been too drunk to realize, mistaking her sticky skin for sweat, never considering the actual reason.

The truth was that she and Alaric... The misunderstanding that had been a thorn in her side was just that—a misunderstanding. Her issue with Alaric's night of indiscretion was, in fact, with herself.

angry and wronged, bit her lower lip, breathing heavily in frustration. Despite her anger, she couldn't unleash it in front of Hertha,

with real strength. Hertha had shown a wild, almost lethal side that genuinely frightened Georgia. Even after revealing the truth, Georgia dared

prioritized her escape. Snapping back to reality, Hertha fixed Georgia with a

her heart pounding, hoping Hertha would just let her go. Every second she stayed was a second closer to danger. Georgia, thinking back to a recent news story about a desperate individual

lying, may lightning strike me down." Hertha's frown deepened, but