In Hera’s philosophy, if evidence doesn’t exist, create it, and if opportunities don’t present themselves, make them. However, she drew a firm line atpromising her safety or that of others. The risks taken during the race were already pushing the limits, and she refused to gamble with her life. She cherished her one and only life and had no intention of ying the daredevil. The thought of her grandfather’s potential reaction filled her with uncertainty—she dreaded the idea of causing him pain or disappointment.
He might even recall the anguish he experienced when he lost his son and daughter-inw. Hera wasn’t foolish enough to reopen such a deep wound by causing him unnecessary worry.
Gerald and Cindy remained conspicuously absent from the venue, opting to operate discreetly from the shadows to ensure the fiasco remained disconnected from Hera or Bry’s family just to make sure that Hera’s n was foolproof and wouldn’t be traced back to her. The rapid sequence of events left everyone stunned and immobile, struggling toprehend the unfolding story—especially those present who were unaware of the inte chatter surrounding the incident.
Initially, many assumed the police arrested him solely for the failed attack during the race. After discussing this theory, everyone seemed to agree, nodding in understanding. With that settled, they resumed the festivities, celebrating Hera’s victory with newfound fervor. The consensus was that the bald man had indeed attempted to y dirty, only to be caught in the act byw enforcement, thus bing an embarrassment to the tournament.
After the tumultuous events were resolved, the tournament organizers swiftly dispatched their representatives to coordinate with the authorities, ensuring that the incident wouldn’t tarnish the entire tournament or implicate others. With the situation under control, they proceeded with the award distribution and attended to any remaining logistical needs and acknowledgments.
"Hera, are you alright?" The man in the suit approached Hera directly. Throughout the ordeal, Hera had been hiding her face in Xavier’s chest, unable to discern who had arrived until she heard a familiar voice. However, she was too overwhelmed to process the situation fully.
With the situation resolved and the wait for the recognition underway, the spectators gradually returned to their seats in the bleachers. Xavier, however, remained steadfast in his support of Hera, refusing to let go of her. He insisted that she was still shaken and in need offort, and no one objected, allowing him to provide the reassurance she sought.
As the ceremony unfolded, the people already forgot the shenanigans that happened as if it was a story that happened centuries ago, the neer stood beside them, locked in a silent standoff with Xavier. It was evident to both of them that they shared the same concern. "Why are you holding onto her so tightly?" the man questioned Xavier, his tone carrying a sharp edge and sourness.
Xavier remained silent, gently holding Hera’s head in ce to prevent her from turning towards the neer. His lips tightened in tension. With the arrival of the neer, the Director’s camera had been fixated on them, capturing every moment. The neer, akin to a Greek god descended to the mortal realm, drew the attention of viewers away from the arrest entirely. The audience couldn’t stop buzzing about the trio of eye-catching individuals standing so close together.
As the Variety Show draws to a close, Hera and herpanions bask in the glory of their race’s victory, which has only added to the show’s poprity. This surge in attention is further amplified by the unexpected turn of events and the sudden appearance of a high-profile celebrity like the CEO.
With the arrival of the CEO and Best Actor, everyone’s attention shifts to the unfolding drama, deeming it far juicier than the earlier events involving the balding man and his arrest. The audience conveniently erases that memory, eager to focus on the uing face-off between these prominent figures for the spotlight.
Even the Director held his breath as they watched Xavier engage in a tense staredown with the man. Despite the man’s attempt to pull Hera towards him, he hesitated, fearing he might harm her, given Xavier’s firm grip.
[HeraismySister: OMG!!! He’s like a Greek God in suits!!!]
[AuntieNextDoor: I’m having a hard time choosing who to choose to ship with my little sister Hera!!!! Argh!]
[JustReading: Can anyone tell me who this eye candy is?]
[Xoxo: @JustReading no idea too. I was still too busy processing what happened with the man who was trying to attack Goddess Hera when the atmosphere suddenly shifted and another immortal descended from the heavens.]
[GoldenLight: Why’s he there?! ???(⊙_☉)]
[FatherOfCaduceus: I should have joined them. Doctors would have been more useful than him.]
[EntertainmentKing: Tsk!]
[Dave_Carson: Oh! Who is he? Do you guys know him? ┏○ ＼(? 0? ;)/┓]
"Ah! Leo!" Upon hearing the familiar voice she had been contemting moments earlier, she found it strikingly recognizable. His voice was even better than she remembered from her memory.
Hearing his name on her lips, Leo’s smile widened with genuine happiness. His gaze locked onto Hera, though Xavier’s hand obstructed his view. Leo’s eyes shifted from Xavier’s hand to his face, and he responded with a taunting smile as if to say, "Even if you try to blindfold her, she recognizes me." Then, Leo’s eyes crinkled with warmth as he took a step closer, gently grasping Hera’s arm. "I’m d you still remember me," he said softly.