The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

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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.

Seeing the ruthlessness in Hertha's eyes, Georgia's 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 didn't fear their power, they were utterly useless. Hertha, this fierce woman, if she decided to get physical, Georgia's life was genuinely at risk.

Georgia, trembling all over, said, "I'll talk, I'll talk, just let me go, and I'll tell you everything about what happened three years ago."

Seeing Georgia come to her senses, Hertha let go, snorting coldly, "Spit it out!"

The once haughty Georgia now looked as meek as a declawed kitten, rubbing her sore 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 that no one would come up to inspect the room. I went down, not expecting to be delayed by police questioning."

She looked at Alaric with frustration and a hint of grievance. Had it not been for the police's unexpected inspection of the hotel that night, she wouldn't have missed her chance to truly be with Alaric.

"And then?" Hertha pressed on.

Georgia snapped back to reality. This secret should have stayed buried in her forever, never to be voiced. But she couldn't stand against this wild woman, Hertha. Her life was at stake.

Georgia continued, "When I returned to the room found that you and Alaric had already finished. I was so angry, shaking all over, but I couldn't just give up, so I had no choice but to lie down next to Alaric, pretending that it was me who had been with him."

Not only was Hertha taken aback by Georgia's words, but Alaric was stunned too.

What did Georgia say? That night

three years ago, he was actually with Hertha after a drunken mistake? And not Georgia? Georgia had just lain next to him afterward, pretending to have been with him? So, it had all been a misunderstanding from the start, and he had always been with Hertha?

This revelation was too surprising, too sudden. Alaric's heart was racing with excitement.