The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1441
Georgia stared through the car window at the grievously injured Hertha, her eyes brimming with malice. Her chest heaved with
rage, the tidal waves of loathing for Hertha etched deep upon her face.
The blood seeping from Hertha’s forehead mingled with her hair, dyeing it a dark crimson. Georgia felt not an ounce of pity. As
she looked upon Hertha’s condition, a wicked thought sparked in her mind.
What if Hertha never received medical attention and just died? Surely, Georgia couldn’t be blamed.
It was Hertha who rear-ended her car. All she did was fail to call the cops or an ambulance in time.
Even if Hertha died, nobody could pin it on Georgia.
With that thought, Georgia’s heartbeat quickened, her breath grew rapid and her gaze upon Hertha turned venomous.
If Hertha were to die, there would no longer be this woman in the world, and Alaric would have to let go no matter how much he
yearned
Without Hertha, Alaric’s life and heart would belong to Georgia!
The more she thought about it, the more fiercely Georgia’s heart pounded, her eyes glinting with spite, her soul teetering on the
brink of good and evil.
At this moment, every fiber of her being was steeped in malevolence.
She had just been on the phone with her mother, venting her frustrations, begging her to find a way to convince Alaric not to call
off the engagement and to marry her sooner rather than later.
But her mother was powerless in this situation, fretting helplessly without a solution in sight.
For the first time, Georgia felt the crushing sense of helplessness that came from desperately wanting someone she couldn’t
have.
And now, as if by divine intervention, fate had handed her a chance to turn her impotence into power. After all, it was Hertha who
crashed into her car. If she died, it would have nothing to do with Georgia.

“Beep beep...” The blaring horns from the cars behind grew incessant since Hertha and Georgia’s accident had caused a traffic
jam at the intersection.
Georgia heard the clamor but remained indifferent, her expression a sinister mask as she watched the bleeding Hertha trapped
in the car
She didn’t move, nor did she make a call. She was purposely stalling for time.
Even if the crash wouldn’t claim Hertha’s life, the continuous bleeding could, if left unattended for too long.
“Hey, lady, if you’ve had a crash, at least pull your car to the side,” someone from the line of impatient drivers called out as they
stepped out of their vehicle.
Sensing someone approaching, Georgia quickly masked her malevolent gaze, feigning panic and fear as she stammered to the
approaching driver, “Sir, it’s her fault. She rear-ended me, and now she’s hurt. I have no idea what to do now. I’m so scared, I’m
just... I’m just frozen.”
Her claim of being “frozen” was a flimsy excuse for not calling for help, a way to avert potential blame.
The driver glanced inside and saw the other driver slumped over the steering wheel, head wounded, hair matted with blood.
“Quick, call the cops and get an ambulance, for heaven’s sake! If you don’t hurry, she might die!” The driver urgently exclaimed
upon assessing the situation.
Feigning near tears, Georgia pleaded, “Sir, please don’t scare me. This is my first time dealing with something like this. I don’t
know the number for the police or ambulance, what do I do, what do I do...”