[AuntieNextDoor: Umu umu!!! Here I am only having steamed corn because I am busy and have no one to cook for me but myself, and here is my little sister, receiving the blessing from the heavens early this morning!!!!]


    [HeraIsMySister: Oh! This breakfast is from one of her suitors! Ah, @NorthernDuke President, where are you?! Are you retreating from thepetition and letting the other suitors outshine you? Why didn’t you send her any food or cook for her yourself? You’re falling behind!]


    [PasserbyGod: Looks like you’re really backing your bet! Are you making sure that one million was well spent, or are you worried he might retract it? @HeraIsMySister]


    [HeraIsMySister: You’re still hung up on that? I’m not worried at all! I just have a soft spot for handsome men, and with so many around sister Hera, it’s tough to pick. However, our president stands out with the genuine love he shows, which makes me believe he’s the one who’ll truly choose Hera no matter what. Hmph!]


    [AuntieNextDoor: @HeraIsMySister I feel the same way, which is why I’m rooting for the president and my little sister. After witnessing how devastated she was when Alexi cheated and disrespected her love, she definitely deserves someone better.]


    [SussyB: I agree. No woman should undermine another just to steal a man. If he can’t staymitted, he should be honest about it. And the other woman shouldn’t unt being a mistress—it’s disrespectful and unbing.]


    While the online buzz continued to swirl, Hera had already arrived at the parking lot early in the morning. She chose to drive her amethyst Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail to the Avery Racecourse, where Bry and his father were already waiting for her.


    The reason she didn’t go running today was that she nned to apany Bry and his father to visit the ce and negotiate, as she hadn’t seen it for some time. Since it was still early in the morning, there was little traffic, allowing her to reach the suburbs in just 45 minutes.


    The road was smooth and nked by trees arching overhead, creating a natural tunnel of greenery. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a beautiful and soothing glow. With her car having no roof, Hera could feel the fresh, unpolluted air gently brushing her face.


    This private road leading to the Avery Racecourse was reserved for the affluent and essential deliveries, ensuring a serene and exclusive drive. Hera sped along the picturesque route, eager not to keep Bry and his father waiting.


    When Hera arrived at the entrance, Bry’s father’s truck was still parked in front of the gate, waiting for security to grant them entry. She waited patiently, assuming they were dealing with a clearance or verification issue. However, after five minutes had passed with no movement, she began to grow concerned.


    As far as Hera could remember, Cindy had mentioned that there would be no issues arriving early. She had said that many people came in the morning for horseback riding to avoid the intense midday sun when it was at its hottest.


    As she pondered the dy, amotion ahead caught her attention. Looking back, she saw another car pulling up behind her. If the situation continued, they risked receivingints from customers who disliked wasting time, especially when waiting in such circumstances.


    Hera stepped out of her car and walked to the front to investigate. She saw that a ck jeep had attempted to overtake Bry’s father’s truck while entering but misjudged the space, causing it to be wedged between the truck and the gate. Bry’s father, caught off guard by the sudden maneuver, hadn’t been able to brake in time, which only pushed the jeep further into the entrance, causing a jam.