The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

But when Hertha forced Georgia to reveal the truth, his tense nerves completely relaxed.

"You, you all teamed up to bully me! I'm going to tell my parents, and you're going to regret it!" Georgia fumed, tears brimming in her eyes.

Hertha grabbed her by the throat, pinning her against the wall, a look of furious rage on her face: "What else can you do besides tattling? Speak up or I swear, I'll choke the life out of you right now!"

Georgia was just a stereotypical airhead - all looks and no brains, not to mention physically weak. As frail as a leaf in the wind, who could she possibly stand up to? If it weren't for her family's status, her arrogant and disdainful nature would have probably gotten her a good thrashing long ago.

Hertha used to be overweight, but her weight loss wasn't just through dieting; it was paired with exercise. Even after slimming down, her frame was strong, muscles coiled and ready, clearly powerful. She held Georgia's neck like she was wringing a chicken, effortlessly.

heart panicked, beating wildly. She was genuinely scared. Her usual threats only worked in the circles of the rich and clueless. Against someone like Hertha, who

"I'll talk, I'll talk, just let me go, and I'll

Hertha let

neck, head bowed, saying, "Three years ago, le did intend to get intimate with Alaric, but just as I was about to start the front desk called me to check in, so to that no one would come inspect the room. I went down,

not been for the police's unexpected inspection of the hotel that night,

to reality. This secret should have stayed buried in her forever, never to be voiced. But she couldn't stand

over, but I couldn't