The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1234

Alaric was a dead weight, and Georgia, thin as a rail, could barely budge him.

When she finally heaved him up, creating some space from Hertha, Georgia's strength gave out. Her grip slipped, and Alaric crashed down on top of Hertha.

Hertha groaned in pain, frowning in discomfort.

Alaric stirred slightly, then rolled off and sprawled onto the bed, regaining a bit of consciousness.

Georgia's heart raced, her hand clapped over her mouth, terrified that Alaric or Hertha would wake up.

After a few tense seconds, Hertha lay still as a statue, showing no signs of waking.

Alaric, on the other hand, took deep breaths with his eyes shut tight in discomfort, his brow furrowed. He pressed a hand to his forehead, seemingly shielding his eyes from the piercing light of the room.

Seeing that both were still out cold, Georgia's anxiety settled.

She approached Alaric again. Summoning all her strength, she managed to maneuver him onto the other bed.

Georgia had assumed Alaric wanted to bring Hertha here for a nightcap, but she didn't expect him to be so plastered that he'd booked a double room.

Two beds in the room meant Alaric hadn't had any untoward intentions toward Hertha.

But this setup worked to Georgia's advantage.

After getting Alaric onto the other bed, she was panting from exertion, looking down at the unconscious man before her.

Georgia's expression tensed as she steeled her resolve. Tonight, she would have Alaric. It was the perfect opportunity.