[MyBrotherIsASuperRacer: Come on, are there really that many fans who can’t think critically anymore? This kind of thing only happens in novels. Clearly, this is just a publicity stunt to generate buzz online and boost her poprity.]


    [AuntieNextDoor: Bitter much, @MyBrotherIsASuperRacer? Whether it’s a publicity stunt or not, isn’t it too early to judge? My little sister Hera has her own image to uphold, and she’s already popr enough to have a bigger following than Michael. Why would she risk that for money? Or maybe you’re the one not thinking clearly?!]


    [XOXO: (?_?) (-_-メ) (?_?) (－??)]


    [HeraIsMySister: Exactly! My sister Hera even won a horse racing championship—she wouldn’t do something reckless or put others in a difficult position.]


    [MyBrotherIsASuperRacer: @HeraIsMySister little girl, don’t just blindly believe everything you hear. Horseback riding and car racing are worlds apart. So what if she won a championship in horseback riding? That doesn’t mean she can race cars just as well.]


    [MyBrotherIsASuperRacer: Racing takes unique talent and lightning-fast reflexes, and only about 1% of racers worldwide are women. Driving a race car is apletely different skill than driving a regr car, let alone riding a horse. Are you trying to make meugh?]


    [Athena_Lowery: The only funny thing here is you, @MyBrotherIsASuperRacer. You’re just upset that Hera outshined your brother in NRT when their manager tried to recruit her right after she beat him in a race. Maybe your brother should consider racing with horses—or better yet, being one himself, considering his horse-like face!]


    [Athena_Lowery: (￣ε￣)]


    [MyBrotherIsASuperRacer: !!!]


    [MichaelIsNumber1: @Athena_Lowery Hey! That’s too far! Michael is handsome and the "male god" of plenty of girls—who are you calling a horse face? Are you blind?!]


    [Athena_Lowery: (Photo.attached)]


    [Athena_Lowery: So, tell me—am I really blind, or are you saying Michael’s more handsome than these guys around Hera?]


    [MichaelIsNumber1: Hey, beautiful sister, where did you get this? Was it Photoshop? They look so handsome they don’t even look real.]


    [Athena_Lowery: You tell me... They’ve been showing their faces on Hera’s livestream the whole time, without any filters—I can even see the pores and wrinkles on the people around them!]


    [MichaelIsNumber1: Well...]


    [MichaelIsNumber1: I admit they’re more handsome than Michael, but when ites to racing, Hera can’t match up to him—or maybe to any of the other racers on the track.]


    [Athena_Lowery: How can you say that when the race hasn’t even started? FYI, she didn’t hire anyone to race for her. To prove it, her team set up a camera inside the car and even mounted one on her chest to show her exact view while driving.]


    [Athena_Lowery: This will make it clear if she can drive or not. Until then, maybe you should just watch quietly—unless you want people to question yourmon sense.]


    ...


    Although Athena said this confidently, she actually wasn’t sure if Hera could really race—she had never seen Hera on the track before.


    All she knew was that Hera had driven as part of a part-time job to earn extra ie.


    Maybe Athena, too, had underestimated Hera’s resourcefulness and abilities, assuming her talents were limited to her intelligence and acting skills.


    Even so, Athena was more excited than anyone else to hear this news.


    With the way Hera’s life was unfolding and her remarkable character, she seemed more like the heroine of the novels Athena used to read in her previous life than Alice did.


    Just like those amazing heroines with multiple identities, if Hera suddenly revealed she was a miracle doctor one day, Athena wouldn’t even be surprised—Hera had already amazed her more than once.


    If Hera knew what Athena was thinking, she’d probably say,<i> ’You’ve read too many novels. Miracle doctors don’t just sprout up like cabbages!’</i>


    Besides, Zhane was already a genius doctor, yet even he wasn’t called a miracle doctor.


    After all, no one can truly steal life back from the Grim Reaper when it’s someone’s time to go. Still, a doctor’s duty is to try their best, just as Zhane does every day.


    With only five minutes left, Betty and the team finished setting up another camera on Hera’s chest, allowing her to show her fans what it felt like sitting inside the race car while the driver was speeding around the track.


    This also helped dispel growing rumors that Hera had hired someone else to drive for her.


    Betty and the others took care of the technical details, ensuring that Hera’s fans—and everyone watching—would get a clear view of what she was truly capable of.


    The anticipation only fueled Betty’s excitement, as well as that of those who were in the know.


    "Sweetheart, you’ve got this!" Dave said with a fist pump before nting a quick kiss on Hera’s cheek.


    "Don’t be nervous," Xavier added, offering her a reassuring smile as he gave her a gentle peck on the cheek.


    Next, Luke ruffled her hair yfully before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as well.


    Finally, Leo wrapped his arms around Hera in a warm hug, kissing her cheek before leaning in closer, his lips brushing her ear.


    "Wifey, I believe in you," he whispered, his voice low and intoxicating. The deep, alluring tone sent a shiver down her spine, from her earlobe to her toes.


    She couldn’t help but curl her toes as her eyes fluttered, overwhelmed by the delicious sensation that tingled through her body.


    As Leo pulled away from Hera, he nted another soft kiss on her cheek before handing her the helmet, adorned with the NRT logo and her car number.


    Today, she wasn’t wearing her usual ck race suit with the ck panther logo stitched on the back.


    Instead, she was dressed in the white and red race suit from NRT, featuring a bold red eagle logo on the back.


    The viewers who witnessed Hera’s interaction with the five men didn’t dwell on it, as their attention was focused on the uing race.


    Hera, meanwhile, made her way to her car, still holding the helmet, as the crowd on the spectator tform watched her every move.


    Dressed in the striking white and red race suit, she looked effortlessly cool as she approached the sleek ck car, casually holding the helmet.


    Many couldn’t help but be captivated, following her every step as she calmly donned the helmet and slid into the car.