The Billionaire's Secret Quartet - Chapter 1406
Chapter 1406
Hertha’s round, doe–like eyes fixed on Georgia with a fiery glare, irritation ready to spill from her lips in
a heated tirade.
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But suddenly, Alaric extricated his arm from Georgia’s grasp, casting her an annoyed glance. “Georgia,
cussing someone out as soon as you see them, is that what you’d call cultured? Don’t make me think
you haven’t even finished elementary school!”
At Alaric’s words, the anger boiling inside Hertha simmered down to a mere half of its fury.
What was going on?
Was Alaric actually standing up for her?
Wasn’t Georgia his fiancée?
Three years prior, Alaric and Georgia’s engagement party had set the town of Starhaven abuzz, with
every major media outlet clamoring to cover the event. The ceremony was both lavish and grand, and it
lasted two days–much more extravagant than most engagement parties.
Hertha wanted nothing to do with news about Alaric, wishing to remain ignorant of his engagement to
Georgia.
But television, social media, news alerts–everywhere she turned, the splendor of Alaric and Georgia’s
engagement was broadcasted.
Even if there was a shred of longing left in Hertha for Alaric, it was thoroughly extinguished by the
grandeur of that engagement party.
Three years after their engagement, Hertha didn’t know why Alaric and Georgia hadn’t wed, but she
was certain they had been intimate.
She didn’t know how many times, but she was crystal clear about one instance–they had truly slept
together.
If once they’d shared a bed, then surely there must have been more after their engagement.
Now, Alaric was not siding with his own fiancée‘ but defending her, an outsider.
This took Hertha by surprise.
The harsh words she had prepared for Georgia were swallowed back.
Georgia’s arm, once entwined with Alaric’s, was released into the air, and her heart followed suit.
Hearing Alaric’s reproach, she pouted in hurt, “She was the one being rude to you. I was just sticking
up for you, Alaric. How can you blame me?”
“She’s right. We should both mind our own business!” Alaric retorted, his gaze at Georgia laced with
disdain.
From the moment his mother had tried to set him up with Georgia, Alaric had never taken a liking to
her.
Three years ago, ending up in bed with Georgia was the result of his drunkenness–he had dreamed
she was Hertha, only to wake up and find Georgia beside him.
It was a mistake that gnawed at him.
“Alaric! I’m your fiancée. It’s my right to care about you. What do you mean ‘minding my own
business“? If you keep this up, I’ll have a word with my parents and pull their investment from the
Falconer Group. Let’s see how you fare as Vice President then!”
Georgia’s chest heaved with anger as she spoke, her words a blatant threat.
She had been patient with Alaric up to a point, cooing and cuddling. But now, utterly disregarded and
even targeted because of another woman, her highborn temper flared uncontrollably.
Georgia was no pushover. Raised in the lap of luxury, she was the precious darling of her household,
coddled and adored.
She got everything she wanted. No one dared to scorn or reprimand her. Who was Alaric to reproach
her over another woman?–
The one thing Georgia loathed the most was swallowing her pride.
Upon hearing her ultimatum, Alaric’s agitation showed as he yanked at his tie, his expression
darkening. Pointing to the elevator, he challenged Georgia, “Go on then, tell your parents. Have them
pull the plug on their investment. Tell them they needn’t prop up me, the good–for–nothing. Go ahead,
now!”