She touched the corner of her lips, instinctively checking for any signs of drooling, but she remained momentarily stunned in ce.


    The audience watching the livestream couldn’t help butugh at Hera’s bewildered expression as she checked for any drool, her messy hair adding to her adorable disarray. Despite her foggy eyes, her charm still shone through.


    "What’s going on?" Hera finally asked, her voice still hoarse. The servant from earlier entered the room, offering Hera a ss of cold water.


    "Young Miss, breakfast is served," the servant announced. Hera nodded absent-mindedly, waiting for someone to answer her question.


    With a guilty expression, Daisy responded, "Um, Sister Hera, there have been some minor changes to the show. Instead of going directly to the meeting ce, the crew will be picking up the participants from their homes to film their sleeping faces. It’s part of giving the audience a sneak peek into their idols’ lives."


    As Daisy awkwardly exined, the crew nodded in agreement with her exnation.


    Hera couldn’t help but massage her temples to ward off the impending headache. This was something she hadn’t anticipated. She thought the Variety Show would stick to the usual filming routine, where they’d simply meet the participants at the designated location.


    So, there’s yet another subtle change in the storyline...


    She had nned toy low just yet, but this sudden change threw a wrench into her ns, making her feel like a sore thumb sticking out. She understood that this must have been Betty’s idea, deliberately keeping her in the dark about the filming changes.


    <i>’Could she ask the director to cut her part from the show?’</i>


    She sighed in defeat, letting out a yawn as she stretched her limbs, as if unfazed by the crowd in her room. <i>’They’ve already seen her sleep, so what else could she hide from them?’</i>


    The crew and audience were delighted to see Hera appearing unbothered by their sudden visit, yet little did she know that everything was being broadcasted live.


    As Hera rose to retrieve some clothes from her boutique-like walk-in closet, the cameraman inadvertently captured its luxurious interior. Alongside his movement, the camera panned to Hera as she selected a set of gray sweatpants and a hoodie from among the array of designer clothes. Additionally, she opted for a pair of Nike Air Jordan Sneakers Ultra tformed boots in ck.


    After Hera finished selecting her attire, she proceeded to therge bathroom through the connecting door to change and freshen up. Meanwhile, the cameraman, forgetting to request permission, ventured into the humongous walk-in closet to capture a better view of the assortment ofvish clothes and essories adorning its shelves.


    Stepping into Hera’s closet felt akin to entering a globally renowned luxury boutique. Nearly every prestigious brand had its designated cab, showcasing an array of meticulously arranged garments and essories. Bags were neatly disyed within ss cabs, while the center of the room boasted a ss showcase for an impressive collection of watches, bracelets, nes, and other essories.


    [Passerby1: This is not Hera’s, right?!!! Right?!!!!]


    [Passerby2: Bro upstairs, don’t ask us, we also wanna know...]


    [StylistPrincess: OMG!!! Is that the Graff Hallucination watch that is worth $55 million? You’re jesting me right?!!!!]


    [Passerby1: @StylistPrincess you’re probably mistaken???]


    [StylistPrincess: @Passerby1 I could never!!!! You can search for it on the inte if you want...]


    [AuntieNextDoor: OH OH!!! Isn’t that the dress my little sister Hera wore at the Charity Auction the other day?!!!]


    In the center of the room stood the exquisite blue dress Hera had worn at the Charity Auction, elegantly disyed on a mannequin. Hera, realizing she hadn’t yet discussed the dress’s fate with Athena, opted to leave it on disy for the time being, captivated by its beauty and significance.


    With each item discovered in Hera’s closet, it became increasingly evident that this was indeed her ce. Whether it was a piece of clothing she had worn in a photo or a video shared online by others, each find added to the confirmation. Exploring her closet felt akin to a scavenger hunt, as they pieced together the puzzle of Hera’s life through the treasures hidden within.


    But nothing made sense to them, other’s tried to snoop around but found nothing rted to Hera aside from what they already knew. This new information created yet another trending topic in the inte. Creating three sides, one side believed that Hera found herself a wealthy sugar daddy, Another side spected that Hera was a hidden wealthy heiress while the other side said that that penthouse was someone else’s living space but Hera was taking advantage of the absence of the real owner, using her things without permission.


    Amidst the ongoing debate, Hera’s staunch supporters remained unwavering in their faith in her character, steadfastly defending her against the onught of usations. Meanwhile, the subject of all this spection emerged from the bathroom, dragging arge suitcase from a cab and making her way downstairs, seemingly oblivious to the online storm swirling around her.


    Hera made a beeline for the dining table, anticipating a lengthy journey ahead. Sensing the need for sustenance, she called out to the other crew members, suggesting they grab a quick breakfast before departing for the meeting location. "Shall we all fuel up before we hit the road?" she proposed with a friendly smile.


    Hannah, the chef,id out a spread fit for royalty: freshly pan-fried French toast, fluffy pancakes, and perfectly folded omelet eggs apanied by Hera’s beloved Ridiculous No. 55 butter. Completing the feast was a steaming bowl of seafood congee, brimming with plump ms and sulent shrimp.


    Indulging in such avish breakfast was irresistible, especially for the crew who had only managed a meager piece of bread to stave off their hunger. Their mouths watered at the sight of the decadent spread, enticing them to take a seat at the dining table one by one. Amy, the attentive servant, inquired about their beverage preferences, ensuring each guest’sfort. As always, she promptly prepared Hera’s favorite freshly squeezed juice, a familiar touch of home.


    The cameraman, before taking a seat, made sure to find a suitable ce to ce his camera while the live stream was still on.


    [AuntieNextDoor: Is that the same table as the one in my little sister Hera’s picture during lunch and dinner?]


    [ArtisanMakerOfficial: Ridiculous No. 55 is still on the table... These crew members are such lucky dogs... Argh!!! They could have a taste of such expensive butter, while I couldn’t even get a teaspoon of it... (crying_emoji)]


    [GoddessHera: Say... Is Goddess Hera really a hidden Heiress???]


    [Doggy: Hahaha!!! If that really is the case, I’d see someone SHIT himself and use a few rolls of tissue... After all, someone cheated on Hera and probably got a fish eye after throwing a treasure... LOL LOL]