Everyone understood the implication behind Milly’s remark, and it left them with a sour taste. They, too, began to feel that Hera shouldn’t have let Dave pay for her share, especially since she was the one who confidently proposed the bet.


    If she had the nerve to start it, she should have the confidence to back it with her own money.


    But despite their disapproval of Hera, many of them had their own reasons for siding with Milly. They believed she was the better choice for Dave, sharing his passion for racing and excelling at it herself.


    This only deepened their bias, fueling their belief that Milly was the one who truly belonged by Dave’s side.


    But this sentiment mostly came from Milly’s brother’s team.


    They felt that, rather than dating someone who was only beautiful, Dave should choose someone like Milly—someone who not only shared his passion for the sport but was also just as beautiful.


    With shared interests, they’d have more inmon and could enjoy the same things together.


    Besides, they had known Milly longer and naturally leaned toward her, making them biased in her favor.


    So when she started criticizing Hera, they all sided with Milly.


    However, the young masters from wealthier families chose not to get involved. To them, both Hera and Milly were beautiful in their own ways, each with her own strengths and personality.


    Additionally, since Milly came from a middle-ss background as well, it was easy to assume that if one of them were seen as a gold digger, the same assumption could be made for both—especially given how loaded Dave was.


    So when they heard Milly suggesting that Hera had intended for Dave to foot the bill from the beginning, they shrugged it off.


    After all, Milly was being sponsored by her brother, and with Dave’s immense wealth, a million dors was just a drop in the bucket for him.


    However, being wealthy young masters, they failed to grasp the distinction: one was being financially supported by a family member, while the other was not.


    Ultimately, it didn’t matter, as Hera had no intention of letting Dave cover her expenses.


    Hera could only chuckle humorously as she heard Milly paint her as a gold digger right to her face. "I haven’t even said a thing, yet you’re already letting your imagination run wild?"


    Though she didn’t mention anyone by name, her implication was so clear that even the young masters struggled to suppress theirughter, nearly choking on it.


    Hera’s response was a clever, subtle retort to Milly, delivered without malice or overt vindictiveness.


    Instead, her cool demeanor made the exchange feel wholesome, endearing her to the young masters even more.


    Lacking any bias towards either woman, they found it easy to embrace her, ultimately epting anyone Dave chose as a suitablepanion, especially someone who could stand alongside him with confidence.


    Hera fished out her phone from her bag and casually opened her online banking app, ncing around as she asked, "So, who should I send the money to? I assume we have someone keeping track of the pool to ensure everyone pays up, right?"


    Her cool, calm smile made everyone exchange nces, realizing they hadn’t designated anyone to hold the pool money yet.


    A pale young master, looking somewhat unwell, raised his hand and said, "I can take care of the pool money. I don’t think I’m up for driving right now since I just got sickst night. I’ll stand by the officiators and keep an eye on things."


    The other young masters stared at him as if he had grown a second head. "What are you even doing here if you’re sick?" they all asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief.


    "Duh?! It’s been ages since the group got together, and with Dave always MIA these days, I had to drag myself out of bed to watch him wipe the floor with you guys!" he replied, gritting his teeth yfully, his lighthearted tone making it clear he was just joking.


    Everyone chuckled at hisment, knowing all too well that they had all dropped everything just to rush to the circuit and see Dave.


    Even if they weren’t the closest of friends, they all regarded him warmly and enjoyed spending time together.


    They all agreed with the young man’s reasoning and decided not toplicate things further.


    One by one, the young masters transferred their money to him through online banking or handed over their cards, as was their usual practice.


    Hera stepped forward as well, asking him to disy his bank’s QR code for a quicker transfer.


    He generated a QR code, and Hera stepped up to scan it, promptly sending $2 million for both her and Dave’s portions.


    The sickly young man inadvertently caught a glimpse of Hera’s bank bnce, and his eyes widened in disbelief, unsure if he was seeing it correctly or not.


    He struggled to count the zeros properly, having only caught a quick glimpse, but there were so many that he assumed it must be in the hundreds of millions—never imagining it could actually be in the billions.


    However, it was enough to rattle him. If it had been Dave, he would have considered it normal for someone of his status to have such a bnce.


    But even for Dave, he found it hard to believe that anyone could have that much money readily avable in an online ount.


    Although Dave possessed a ck card, it was a credit card, not a debit card, so having that much liquid asset was far from ordinary.