It wasn’t about being petty, but about standing their ground.


    Betty knew that those who had turned their backs on Hera woulde to regret it when they saw just how high the price of working with her had be and how hot she’ll be in the market.


    Even if thepanies tried to retaliate byunching public criticism against Hera for her sky-high contract fee, Betty had already prepared a contingency n.


    She had sent clear instructions to the PR team, anticipating a surge of offers following Hera’s first race.


    As Hera’s manager, it was crucial for Betty to be present to support her during this pivotal moment.


    To counter any negativity, Betty called Daisy, the PR department manager, along with several members of their team.


    She had a clear vision: they would set up a live stream of the event, allowing fans to see Hera behind the wheel firsthand.


    This way, there would be no room for rumors—no ims that Hera had hired a stunt double or any other lies meant to discredit her.


    Betty was determined to showcase Hera’s talent and authenticity, ensuring that the public could witness her skills in real time.


    With this proactive approach, she was ready to protect Hera’s reputation and turn the narrative in their favor, regardless of what critics might throw at them.


    By organizing the live stream, they could ensure that Hera’s fans felt as though they were right there with her, fostering a deeper connection with their idol.


    This sense of involvement would amplify the excitement surrounding the event and counter any negative narratives that might emerge.


    With a determined nod, Betty sprang into action, dedicating the entire day to arranging everything Hera might need for tomorrow.


    She coordinated logistics, gathered supplies, and addressed potential challenges, all while keeping her focus on what was best for Hera.


    Betty was prepared for whatever obstacles mighte their way, knowing that every detail mattered in this critical moment.


    Her unwaveringmitment to Hera’s sess fueled her energy, and she worked tirelessly to ensure that nothing would stand in their path.


    On the other side, after her conference call with Danny and Betty, Hera savored the rxing sensation of Xavier’s massage, allowing the gentle rhythm to lull her into a peaceful sleep.


    With her worries momentarily forgotten, she resolved to confront any challenges only when they arose.


    Overthinking wouldn’t just spoil her mood—it would also weigh heavily on her mental well-being.


    Thankfully, Xavier’s expert hands had worked wonders, melting away her tension and stress.


    As she drifted off on the couch, a soft sigh escaped Xavier’s lips, tinged with a mix of amusement and defeat at her ease.


    But his amusement faded quickly as he noticed the position she’d fallen asleep in.


    Hera was still dressed in the form-fitting dress that hugged her curves, entuating her silhouette and revealing glimpses of her cleavage, back, and legs.


    Now curled up on her side, she presented an alluring view, one that made Xavier’s breath hitch.


    He stiffened mid-massage, suddenly acutely aware of the intimacy of the moment.


    His heart raced, pounding loudly in his chest as he fought to maintain hisposure.


    The warm glow of the roombined with the softness of the scene left him both entranced and flustered, caught in the delicate bnce between self-restraint and something deeper.


    Xavier bit his lip, torn between restraint and desire.


    While he had previously managed to keep his feelings in check, Hera’s allure was overwhelming him now.


    She appeared so vulnerable and at ease, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she trusted him implicitly, allowing herself to sleep soundly without a hint of worry.


    But then a troubling thought crept into his mind—what if she simply didn’t see him as a man?


    The idea stung, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.


    That was thest thing he wanted her to think of him.


    He watched as his friends made progress with her; even Dave and Zhane had gone on dates with Hera, inching closer to her heart.


    Justst night, if they hadn’t barged in and if Hera hadn’t been on her period, Dave might have already seeded in winning her over.


    Feeling a pang of jealousy, Xavier struggled with the realization that he was losing ground.


    It wasn’t just about attraction; it was about connection. He wanted to be the one she turned to, the one who made her feel safe and cherished.


    But with every passing moment, the distance between them felt insurmountable, leaving him grappling with his own insecurities as he continued to massage her legs.


    At that moment, the memory of Hera being on her period eased Xavier’s erratic breathing.


    A small smile crept onto his lips as he felt a wave of relief wash over him.


    Carefully, he lowered her legs and gently set them down, mindful of herfort.


    He then rose to retrieve a soft nket from the cab that the staff had prepared beforehand.


    As he draped it over Hera, he couldn’t help but admire her serene expression, the tension in her features finally melting away in sleep.


    The gesture felt protective, a small way to care for her without crossing any boundaries.


    <i>’That’s right,’</i> Xavier thought, a wave of understanding washing over him.


    <i>’She must be exhausted and dealing with the difort of her period. I’ve heard that women often feel fatigued and under the weather during this time.’</i> With that realization, he felt a sense of relief; it wasn’t about her not seeing him as a man.


    Feeling a surge of sympathy for Hera, he moved closer to where her head rested, gently cradling it in his hands.


    He began to massage her temples and scalp, his fingers working with a tender touch.


    To his delight, even in her sleep, she sank deeper into her nap, a soft sigh of contentment escaping her lips.