The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Georgia had never felt such crushing disappointment before.

She wasn't some spoiled heiress without a shred of dignity!

The reason she had been so persistent with Alaric, wanting to marry him, was simply because he was the first man to ever spark that flutter in her heart.

Some people, once you fall for them, letting go seems impossible.

Since she was little, whatever she wanted, she would go to great lengths to get it. Toys were one thing, but people? How could she possibly let them go?

The thought of not obtaining something ate at her—it was her obsession, her stubbornness.

She thought Alaric, just like any toy she had set her sights on before, would be hers if she just threw a tantrum; her parents would somehow make it happen.

But now, she realized she was wrong.

Alaric wasn't like the toys she used to covet. He wasn't something money could buy.

The biggest difference between toys and people, she realized, was that people have hearts and can make their own choices, whereas toys can only be chosen by others.

In that moment, Georgia faced the harsh reality, experiencing a setback like never before.

Tears in her eyes, she stared at the two people sharing an intimate moment: "Alaric, you'll regret this!"

With gritted teeth, she spat out the words, turned, and quickly walked away.

Her bewildered friend finally snapped out of it and hurried after her.

Watching Georgia flee in defeat was incredibly satisfying for Hertha.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Georgia had it coming, and she deserved every bit of it.

With a smirk playing on her lips, Hertha watched Georgia leave until she disappeared from sight. Her focus then snapped back to the present, realizing Alaric was still holding her in a hug, the kind only the closest couples share.

Hertha spun around, breaking free from Alaric's arms, and blinked rapidly, pointing at him, "Hey, back off. She's gone. No need to keep up the act." Alaric frowned, "Who said I was acting?"

"Weren't you? Driving Georgia away was your real goal, wasn't it?" Hertha said, looking away.

"I actually like..."

"Wait, you're saying you've been using her family's money?" Hertha cut him off before he could finish his confession, eyeing him suspiciously.

"How could you think that? Ever

since I left the Falconer household, I

haven't taken a dime with me. Every penny in my account is from my own hard work," Alaric quickly

clarified, eager to prove his integrity.

“And you've been with the Crawley Group for how long? And yet you're this rich?" Hertha looked him up and down skeptically.

"That's where you're wrong. When I signed with the Crawley Group, they gave me a sign-on bonus of three million, plus a monthly salary," Alaric explained.

"You signed a deal with the devil?" Hertha was stunned, as if she'd stumbled upon some major revelation.

"It's a standard executive package. The upfront cash is basically to ensure loyalty and commitment."

"And you need that kind of assurance?" Hertha shot back.

"It's just how it works. But don't worry, the car I bought for you was with my own money. It has nothing to do with them," Alaric reassured her.

"Ugh, that's actually disappointing.

was hoping you were splurging their money. It would've been so sweet to see Georgia fuming over that Hertha sighed.

Alaric: "......"