<strong>[HeraIsMySister:</strong> Argh! My mom is definitely going to hit me with her slippers again for staying out sote! Dang it! But honestly, spending time with my idol was totally worth it, even if it means facing my mom’s wrath. Bring on the slippers and hangers!]


    <strong>[PasserbyGod:</strong> Wow, being chauffeured by your idol must have been an amazing experience! If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost believe you. I’m half-wondering if your fan club president, Northern Duke, sent you on this mission to either protect or spy on Hera. After all, you did receive his $1 million bribe. (●?-?)... (??_?)]


    <strong>[HeraIsMySister:</strong> Ugh! Can we just move on from that already? The money went straight into my college trust fund, and honestly, I still can’t believe I became a young millionaire from that. I keep wondering if he’ll try to take it back someday!]


    <strong>[AuntieNextDoor:</strong> @HeraIsMySister, you’re overthinking it. Did you know how much Northern Duke spent during my little sister Hera’s Variety Show live broadcast? It was in the millions! That $1 million you received might just be a drop in the bucket for him. He probably didn’t even think twice about sending it after you did him a favor. That’s just how rich people are. ˉ_(ツ)_/ˉ]


    Soon, Hera arrived at the address, and the girl put away her phone, turning to Hera with a radiant smile. "Sister Hera, thank you so much for spending time with me. It means the world to me, and I never expected to be so lucky to be with my idol. I’ll treasure this day forever," the girl said, her eyes filled with adoration.


    Hera chuckled at the girl’s heartfelt remarks, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. She hadn’t expected connecting with a fan to be so fulfilling. It was a unique blend of emotions—like forming a bond with a friend, yet somehow different, and a bit like caring for a younger sibling, but still distinct. Though she couldn’t quite put it into words, the experience left her feeling genuinely happy.


    Hera exchanged numbers with the girl, who was thrilled and eager to oblige. As the girl walked into her house, she hummed happily, savoring the memorable day. However, her joy quickly turned to dread when she closed the front door and saw her mother standing there with a leather belt tightly gripped in her hand, ready to administer a harsh punishment.


    The girl could only cry bitterly as she looked up at her mother, who red at her with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "Your aunt told me she expected you back in the afternoon. Why are you onlying home now, when it’s already dark outside? And whose car did you get out of?!" Her mother’s nostrils red and her face turned a deep red, her anger evident as she formed her own conclusions about the situation.


    Tears streaming down her face, the girl desperately tried to exin as she nced nervously at the leather belt in her mother’s hand. "Mom, please wait! This is all a misunderstanding! I didn’t do anything wrong, I promise! Just let me exin, okay?!" She pleaded, trying to prevent the leather belt froming down before she had a chance to tell her side of the story.


    Her mother raised an eyebrow at her mischievous daughter, her skepticism deepening with each passing moment. She was already on edge after her daughter brought home a million dors in cash—a windfall that nearly gave her a stroke. Despite being reassured that it was a gift, and even seeing a screenshot as proof, she remained uneasy. She attempted to return the money, but the donor didn’t even flinch. Reluctantly, they gave up on returning it and deposited it into her college trust fund.


    Now, seeing her daughter step out of an incredibly expensive car, her mother’s suspicion only grew. Even though she wasn’t an expert on luxury vehicles, she could tell that the car was worth at least $5 million. With her arms crossed and a stern expression, she stared down her daughter, waiting for a convincing exnation.


    Seeing that her mother hadn’t immediately struck her, the girl seized the opportunity to exin. "Mom, that was Sister Hera. She goes to the same university as my cousin. After delivering my cousin’s things, I saw Sister Hera being harassed by other students. I stepped in to help because I thought, as a celebrity, it would be difficult for her to confront them without it reflecting poorly on her. I protected her so she could focus on her studies without interruptions. As a thank you, she treated me to dinner."