The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1237
She had only gone downstairs for a moment. And in that brief time, Alaric and Hertha had done something she had been eager
for!
It should have been her with him, not Hertha!
Georgia seethed with jealousy and resentment her breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps as tears streamed down her cheeks
unbidden.
As the couple on the bed seemed to settle into an even rhythm of breath, yet showing no signs of waking, Georgia’s emotions
exploded. She marched over, grabbed Hertha, and hauled her to the other bed in the room.
The sight of clothes strewn across the floor made Georgia want to torch Hertha’s outfit right there and then!
But she had to keep her cool. There was still a chance, and she couldn’t afford to slip up
now.
She picked up the discarded garments and dressed Hertha back. Then, she stripped off her own clothes and slid next to Alaric.
Georgia tried to kiss Alaric, hoping to stir something within him. But he was as unresponsive as a log. The previous physical
satisfaction and the numbing effects of alcohol had him sleeping like a baby. Nothing Georgia did could rouse him.
Impatient yet helpless, Georgia was beside herself with rage, her breaths were sharp and her tears flowed freely.
Her plans were in ruins, all for Hertha’s benefit!

A part of her wanted to strangle Hertha right there, but with the police still at the hotel, it would mean throwing her own life away.
Defeated, Georgia had no choice but to pull the covers over herself and Alaric.
As time passed and the stars gave way to the sun’s cycle, morning arrived.
Sunbeams sneaked through the curtains and crept across Hertha’s face, the warmth waking her up.
Shielding her eyes, Hertha frowned and slowly became aware of her surroundings. It took a moment for her to recognize where
she was.
Wait, a hotel?
How did she end up in a hotel?
A jolt of panic struck Hertha, and she quickly sat up, flinging the covers off to check
herself.
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Relief washed over her as she saw her clothes were intact.
Then she turned to look at the other side of the room, expecting nothing more than a glance, but the sight she caught sent her
nerves into overdrive.

She stared, and then swiftly turned back for a better look. There were two people on another bed, a man and a woman, both
partially covered.
Recognizing the faces, Hertha gasped in shock, shrieking, “Oh!”
Her cry woke Alaric, who sat up with a start, causing the blankets to slip down and reveal his muscular, masculine torso.
Georgia’s covers slid off too, exposing her nakedness.
Hertha’s eyes widened at the sight, her temples pounding with the rapid beat of her pulse.