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Georgia approached the hotel front desk, her heart pounding in her chest as she spotted two police

officers poring over guest registrations. It appeared to be a routine check to ensure all guest

information was accurate and up-to-date.

"Hi there, I'm staying in room 2203," Georgia announced, stepping forward to make herself known to

the authorities.

One of the officers looked at her skeptically, "The room was registered under a gentleman's name, with

an expired passport."

Georgia's face flushed with anxiety as she quickly tried to explain the mix-up. "He's my boyfriend. He

didn't realize his passport had expired, so he accidentally used it for the booking. If there's a problem, I

can give you my info instead." She held out her driver's license as she spoke.

The officer didn't take the card from her, still uncertain. "You claim to be this man's girlfriend. Do you

have any proof?"

Georgia felt her temper rising at the question. She had a notorious bad temper, but the thought of Alaric

and Hertha, still asleep and potentially waiting for her to come back and, well, 'seal the deal' with Alaric,

made her reconsider her immediate reaction.

She took a deep breath, reining in her anger, and addressed the officer with as much composure as

she could muster. "The gentleman's name is Alaric, he's the second son of the Falconer Group. I'm

Georgia, the Reed Group heiress. There's been talk of our engagement all over the news. You can look

it up if you don't believe me."

The officer glanced at the name on the driver’s license – indeed it read 'Georgia' – and his partner

quickly checked the news on his phone. There, prominently featured in recent headlines, was the news

of a proposed union between the Reed and Falconer families.

"Ah, my apologies, Mr. Falconer and Ms. Reed. Your relationship is not in question," the officer said

after confirming the news.

"But why would Mr. Falconer use an expired passport knowingly?" the other officer asked, still cautious.

Georgia fought off a wave of panic, "He was drunk, not really aware of what he was doing. I apologize

on his behalf."

Her politeness seemed to do the trick. "No harm done. Just make sure it doesn't happen again, Ms.

Reed. We'll update the registration with your information, and then you can get some rest," the second

officer said, handing Georgia's license back to the hotel clerk for the records.

Georgia nodded her thanks to the officers, turned, and headed back to her room. As soon as she was

out of sight, her face twisted into a grimace. She was furious at the interruption and eager to get back

to her schemes.

Back in front of the room, she opened the door, her heart leaping with anticipation as she prepared to

approach Alaric. But the sounds that greeted her stopped her. In the dim light, she could make out the

silhouettes of two figures on the bed, moving together in a rhythm of passion, their breaths heavy and

intertwined.

The other bed was empty.

Georgia wanted to scream, to rage, but she feared drawing the attention of the police. Tears streamed

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