Hera noticed Rafael’s absentmindedness and the myriad expressions flitting across his face in the span of a minute, and she felt amused. Although she enjoyed seeing him suffer a bit, she knew her limits. She intended to punish him just enough for what he was worth, no more, no less. This was simply her petty streak surfacing, especially since his sister hade by earlier to annoy her.


    But this didn’t mean she would forget to punish Minerva just because her brother came to her. In fact, she was now even more curious about why Rafael had sought her out at this exact time. Was he going to try to strike another deal to save his sister? If so, she wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to earn some easy money.


    When Hera and her group arrived at the entrance of the Gi store, the shop assistants lined up at the door to greet them. "Wee back, miss, and to your friends!" they chimed in unison. The other customers inside the store were taken aback by the enthusiastic reception, a level of warmth and attention they had never experienced before. While the shop assistants always treated all customers with respect, the wee given to Hera was notably more exuberant.


    As Hera and her group were being led to the VVIP room, even Rafael was surprised by the level of attention and care they were receiving. Meanwhile, a curiousdy approached one of the shop assistants left on the floor to assist other customers. "Say, why do you all seem so happy to receive them? Is it because of Mr. Briley?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She wasn’t even sure if the man she saw, whose face was almostpletely obscured by the boxes he was carrying, was really Rafael Briley.


    The shop assistant who loved gossiping giggled at thedy’s insinuation. She hadn’t even noticed Rafael with the group, as they were all focused on their generous patron. "Ma’am, I—or maybe all of my colleagues—didn’t even notice who came along with our special guest. But if you noticed the beautiful girl leading the group, she’s the one we’ve been waiting for since earlier."


    "That girl? Why? What makes her a special guest while everyone else is treated the same?" Thedy asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly unable to understand the shop assistant’s implication and not recognizing Hera at all.


    The gossipy shop assistant leaned in closer, her voice lowered to share the insider knowledge. "Ma’am, you know that only the wealthiest customers with our member cards can use our VVIP showroom, right? Well, thatdy over there just spent $5 million, which happens to be our monthly sales target for the entire store."


    The woman’s eyes widened. Even though she was wealthy, she couldn’t justify spending her husband’s hard-earned money so extravagantly, even if it was to show off to her friends; it was nowhere near that amount.


    Seeing the incredulous look on the woman’s face, the shop assistant added, "That’s not all. The $5 million was just here in our shop. I heard she spent $4.5 million at Chanel and $6 million at Dior, and those were just a few of the stores she visited on her shopping spree." The shop assistant relished the shock on the woman’s face, now able to share the awe she had felt herself the first time.


    This gossip didn’t just stay in one store; nearly every store Hera and her group passed by had customers who overheard the same story. It quickly spread through higher social circles, sparking spection about the mysterious woman with deep pockets. When people found her picture on social media and heard about the scandal, richdies who had seen Rafael trailing behind her like a pack mule refused to believe the news. Instead, they began specting that Hera was a sugar mommy and that the men in the pictures were all her sugar babies. Some even guessed she might be the daughter of a foreign tycoon, visiting their country for leisure.


    And the spection quickly spread like wildfire, gaining traction as the most believable story among the rumors. It soon became exaggerated, with the men nowbeled as gigolos in the gossip. If the six men heard this, they might have died of anger for being called gigolos.