The sickly young man nodded vigorously, his earlier surprise transforming into affirmation.


    Having just glimpsed the staggering number of zeros in Hera’s bank bnce, he could certainly testify that she wasn’t broke.


    More importantly, it was clear to him that she wasn’t a gold digger either. His eyes sparkled with newfound respect for her, recognizing that she was more than capable of standing on her own.


    In fact, the way she carried herself made her seem more like a sugar mommy while Dave appeared to be her sugar baby.


    The young man felt an unexpected temptation to vie for Hera’s attention, sensing that she would be a wonderfully generous sugar mommy.


    However, he quickly dismissed the idea, fully aware that Dave would not take kindly to any advances.


    He chuckled to himself, realizing that he could only admire from afar; chasing after such "swan meat" would be a fool’s errand, and he had no intention of provoking Dave’s wrath.


    However, his confirmation was enough to convince everyone that Hera had indeed used her own money to cover both her and Dave’s portions.


    Before anyone could delve deeper into the conversation, Hera swiftly interjected, redirecting their attention elsewhere.


    "Well?! Should we get started?" Hera smirked, her gaze brieflynding on Milly’s face.


    With a yful tug, she pulled Dave along and swaggered out of the venue, determined to find her car—or perhaps rent one—since she didn’t own a race car like Dave did.


    Knowing exactly where she was headed, Dave grasped her hand and led her toward his garage at the circuit.


    Initially, he felt a twinge of embarrassment at being taken care of by Hera, but that feeling quickly faded, reced by a warm happiness.


    He realized that her generosity was another form of pampering, and it amazed him how she managed to look both cool and wholesome while doing it.


    Since she had already covered the pool money, Dave decided he would take care of her car.


    As they arrived at his garage, Hera was greeted by a stunning lineup of vehicles, each one more eye-catching than thest, each reflecting Dave’s vibrant personality.


    She couldn’t help but chuckle, recognizing how perfectly the shy cars mirrored his character.


    A midnight blue car caught her eye—it was understated yet undeniably shy, exuding an elegance that perfectly matched her temperament. Without hesitation, she chose it as her ride for the day.


    Dave’s grin broadened as he exined, "My sweetheart has an excellent eye! That car is brand new and features thetest engine I acquired at auction. It was just recently built with the best materials avable, which is why it doesn’t have many stickers yet. I’ll gift you this one," he added nonchntly.


    Hera paused for a moment, then shook her head. If she epted this gift, Milly and the others wouldn’t just call her a gold digger subtly—they would do so openly. That was thest thing she wanted to hear.


    Though she knew the usations weren’t true and wouldn’t engage in a fight over them, she couldn’t say the same for Dave.


    He would undoubtedly be furious, ready to defend her honor, but his anger would onlye off as unreasonable and reflect poorly on his public image.


    After all, Dave didn’t strike her as someone who would stand idly by while his woman was criticized and called names in front of him.


    Dave opened his mouth to protest when Hera turned down his gift, but her sparkling eyes and radiant smile quickly silenced him.


    "I don’t want your car, but can I borrow it from time to time when we’re here?" she asked, her sweet voice making it impossible for him to resist. With a dazed smile, he nodded like a lovestruck fool,pletely charmed by her.


    ’Even if she doesn’t ept it, I could always reserve the car just for her,’ Dave thought, a cunning glint in his eyes.


    He realized he couldn’t force Hera to ept his gift, but her willingness to borrow it from time to time felt like a victory to him.


    To him, it sounded almost the same, but Hera had only said it out of politeness, hoping to cate his persistence.


    Yet, they interpreted each other’s silence in entirely different ways.


    Before long, Dave called over a staff member to help drive the car outside while he guided Hera back into the bustling atmosphere outside.


    The air was charged with excitement as everyone busily prepared for the event; some had already donned their racing suits and were diligently checking the functionality of their cars.


    "Do you want to change into a racing suit?" Dave asked gently, his tone considerate.


    Hera shook her head, feeling that a bodysuit would only constrict her movements. Without a custom fit, she knew she’d either feel too tight or too loose, and neither option was appealing. The difort would only distract her from enjoying the race.


    Understanding her reluctance, Dave nodded and chose to remain in his casual clothes as well, ensuring Hera wouldn’t feel out of ce.


    Meanwhile, Milly observed their interaction from the sidelines, where she was engaged in a quick meeting with her brother and their team.


    They were taking the race seriously—after all, the stakes were higher than $10 million.


    Aside from the two young masters who opted out of the fun, nearly everyone else joined in, eager for a chance to win the life-changing pool money.


    Milly’s eyes narrowed as she observed Hera and Daveughing together, their interaction reminiscent of a couple enjoying a leisurely stroll in the park.


    The sight grated on her nerves, and she realized that Dave wasn’t taking her seriously.


    Seizing the opportunity, Milly decided to showcase her own qualities by undermining Hera, intending to use her as a stepping stone to elevate her own status in Dave’s eyes.