"See?! Did you really think you could waltz in here with your fake invitation and seduce rich men? Too bad for you. Hahaha!" The girlughed mockingly, relishing in the moment. She swaggered away as a racecourse assistant approached to help her, her hips swaying provocatively. She cast onest disdainful nce at Hera before disappearing through a side door into the racecourse.
Hera recognized the condescending gaze directed at her, but she remained unfazed. She had grown ustomed to this treatment after years of working various jobs for the wealthy—whether as a driver, martial arts assistant, delivery person, or cook. She had heard every insult, endured every belittlement, and been called every name imaginable.
Instead of getting angry, Hera had learned over time that people like this woman, who talked a lot, were often like empty cans—making a lot of noise butcking any real substance. Even if they did try to cause trouble, it was nothing she couldn’t handle. So, Hera chose not to care about the woman’s attitude and let it slide.
Just when Hera thought the woman was about to leave, she instead took a seat near the exit, clearly intent on watching the situation unfold. It was as if she was hoping to witness Hera and herpanions being kicked out, eager to savor the spectacle.
The young man who had been trailing Hera since earlier couldn’t stand the arrogant way the girl was treating her any longer. He stepped forward decisively. "No need to worry about their invitation; they’re with me," he said, pulling a silver membership card from the inside pocket of his jacket. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it to the receptionist who had just asked Hera to leave.
"Oh, ho! If it isn’t the useless fifth son of the Harrisons!" the girl drawled mockingly, her smirk growing even meaner. Hera couldn’t tell if the girl had targeted her earlier because of the young man, out of pure dislike, or maybe a bit of both.
Hera took a deep breath, her gaze shifting from the woman to the young man beside her, ignoring the woman’s mocking tone. The young man repeated firmly, "Please use my membership card." Only then did the receptionist begin typing into herputer, checking the reservation details, and identifying the staff assigned to wee him and Hera’s party.
She then pinged the assigned staff, requesting he arrive as soon as possible.
After the receptionist finished processing, she handed the silver membership card back to the young man. Hera frowned slightly as she nced at the rainbow invitation card Cindy had given her. She wondered if Cindy had identally handed her an invitation meant for a different establishment under the Avery wing. Hera sighed, understanding that it was only natural for Cindy to make a mistake once in a while, given how many businesses she was managing while also trying to help Hera.
Hera knew how hard Cindy and the other aides worked, so she decided to let it go, as no real harm had been done. However, the girl wasn’t ready to let the matter drop. "Gael Harrison, why would you even bring people like this in here?" she sneered, pausing before adding with a smirk, "Let me guess—because you all belong in the same trash can, both useless and dirty from the mud?"
She seemed to take great pleasure in putting down Gael Harrison, her eyes glinting with malice. <i>’Are they ex-lovers?’</i> Hera wondered, ncing back and forth between the two.
The girl seemed to catch on to Hera’s unspoken question. She shot Hera a venomous re before scoffing loudly. "I wouldn’t dream of getting close to such a clown. I’m not a trash collector to be one foot near him."
"Wait, are you trying to seduce this loser? What, do you ept just anyone?" The girlughed loudly, and Hera saw Bry flinch at the woman’s mocking. Only then did she realize that, despite her own indifference, Bry and his father were deeply affected by the girl’s cruel antics. Her heart sank as she witnessed their difort.