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.

heavily in frustration. Despite her anger, she couldn't unleash it in front of Hertha, forcing her voice to soften as she asked, "I've told you everything. Can

influence. She was naturally timid when confronted with real strength. Hertha had shown a wild, almost lethal side that genuinely frightened Georgia. Even after revealing the truth, Georgia dared not raise her voice to Hertha. She was backed by Alaric now, her confidence and support stemming entirely from him. In contrast, Georgia stood alone,

reality, Hertha fixed Georgia with a piercing gaze. "Swear to God that everything you've said is the truth, without a shred of

closer to danger. Georgia, thinking back to a recent news story about a desperate individual pushed too far,

word I've spoken is true. If I'm lying, may lightning strike me down." Hertha's frown deepened, but