"But Dave doesn’t want to be sidelined," he said. "Don’t you just want to promote your family’s restaurant? Why should we go there when we can grab lunch in the city center? The Avery is just as well known as the Hendrix, and those two establishments I mentioned are the best options there are." Dave attempted to throw off Leo, expecting him to feel offended because he had just criticized Leo’s family’s establishment. However, much to his surprise, Leo only disyed a satisfied smile. He could see Hera’s lips twitching as she tried her best not to break into a smile after hearing apliment for her grandfather’s hard work. She felt as though thosepliments also extended to her.
Leo understood why Hera was pleased, so he chose not to argue with Dave’s remarks and simply chuckled. Dave, on the other hand, felt as if he had attacked a harmless cotton ball, inflicting no real damage on Leo. He was the only one feeling frustrated, almost to the point of wanting to spit blood over his self-inflicted wounds.
"Next!" Dave, who wanted to continue speaking, was cut off by the voice calling for the next person in line—Hera. As she approached, she found herself sandwiched between the two men, their grip on her hands refusing to release. Unable to reach her belongings in her bag, she shot them a side eye, hoping they would take the hint. Leo promptly let go, allowing Hera to tend to her affairs, while Dave, wearing a triumphant smile, stubbornly held onto her hand, relishing the moment of being thest one standing.
Only to hear Leo mutter, "Childish..." Dave’s core felt grated upon, prompting him to immediately release Hera’s hand. Hera responded with a sweet smile towards Leo, grateful for his intervention in removing Dave’s overly clingy and mischievous hands.
The onlookers, attempting to maintain discretion, found themselves amused by the scene unfolding before them. Some of them even contemted taking another picture, but hesitated, mindful of the young minister’s presence and unwilling to intrude upon his privacy, which could lead toplications. As Hera finished her registration and prepared to depart with the big shots, the onlookers collectively breathed a sigh of relief, d to see the tension dissipate with the departure of the men apanying Hera.
Athena silently followed behind them, seamlessly blending into the background as she savored the spectacle created by her best friend. Despite only one male lead and an unknown man being present, the tension was palpable, already reaching its peak. Athena couldn’t help but anticipate what would ur if all the male leads were present—how much more intense would it be? Unbeknownst to Athena, Hera had forgotten to mention that all the male leads had visited her penthouse the previous night due to her busy schedule. If Athena had known, she would have been rolling on the ground with happiness, wishing she had been there to witness it firsthand.
When they reached outside of the finance building, Hera contemted putting an end to the ordeal. However, Dave interrupted her thoughts by asking, "Which car are we taking?" He then gestured towards himself, subtly suggesting that Hera should take his car, with him behind the wheel.
"I drove here," Hera cut his daydreaming short.
"Ah?!" Dave’s mouth hung agape in astonishment. Without another word, he simply followed Hera and the others to the parking lot. To his surprise, Hera headed straight for a ming red Lamborghini Veneno Roadster and slid into the driver’s seat. Before Dave could react, Leo had already positioned himself in the passenger seat as swiftly as a ghost, shooting Dave a smug look.