The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet



Georgia was already boiling with rage, and the moment she heard Hertha's voice, she exploded. Whirling around, she screamed at Hertha, "You witch, what right do you have to speak to me!"

She had restrained herself with Alaric, not daring to be too brazen.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

After all, Alaric had evidence of her deception. If Alaric really lost his temper, the deputy director of the hospital, a relative of hers, would be in trouble. She didn't want to bring disgrace upon her family and that relative.

After all, it was to help her that they had falsified a report.

If because of this, the deputy director lost his job and was disciplined, her family would never be able to face him again.

So, she held back with Alaric but felt bold enough to lash out at Hertha.

After all, Hertha was powerless. What could she possibly do to Georgia?

Just after Georgia had finished her tirade, Alaric stepped forward, shielding Hertha from Georgia's view, as if afraid Hertha would suffer the slightest insult.

"Georgia, can't you speak nicely for once?" Alaric glared at Georgia.

Georgia felt even more wronged. She had only yelled at Hertha, and Alaric was already protecting her like a mother hen with her chick.

And his disgust for Georgia couldn't have been more evident.

The stark difference in Alaric's treatment of her and Hertha deepened the chasm in Georgia's heart.

The feelings of injustice and anger churned inside her like a rising tide and an erupting volcano!

"I just said one thing to her, and you're all heartbroken?" Georgia retorted, her voice heavy with emotion.

"Is she someone you can talk about?" Alaric shot back, anger evident in his tone.

Just then, Hertha stepped forward, her face cold as she addressed Georgia, "I wanted to ask you something."

"Whatever you ask, I won't say a word," Georgia glared at Hertha, wishing she could bore holes through her with her gaze.

"Three years ago, did you crawl into Alaric's bed on your own?" Hertha's question was blunt.

Her question not only shocked Georgia but also made Alaric turn to Hertha with a look of astonishment.

What was she doing, bringing up such a private matter here?

He knew she hadn't gotten over that incident, but there was no need to air their dirty laundry in public!

Georgia's eyebrows shot up, her irritation momentarily quelled by Hertha's question, even feeling a bit smug.

Three years ago, she and Alaric had been in bed together, and Hertha had seen it with her own eyes. That was an undeniable fact.

No matter how favored Hertha was by Alaric now, that incident was enough to haunt her for a lifetime.

As long as it made Hertha uncomfortable, Georgia was pleased.

"Who said crawled in? I saw Alaric was drunk that night, and I was just trying to be caring, wiping the sweat from his face, and then he pinned me down," Georgia said with a smirk to Hertha.

Danny, the makeup artist standing, by, hoping to defuse the tension between the two, was shocked by Georgia's words. He gaped, silently stepping back.

Though he was used to dealing with love gossip at work, this topic was too private, all about intimate relationships. Normally, the best course of action for staff like him was to stay out of it, not gossip, not stir trouble.

Alaric, shocked by Hertha's question and

us at Georgia's response,

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at Georgia with eyes red anger, "Shut your mouth!"