Passengers wouldn’t feel a moment of boredom during the flight. Despite the exterior’s pink-and-white "princess" appearance, the interior mirrored Hera’s penthouse, adorned in white, gold, and cream tones.
This elegant design exuded a sense of royalty, sophistication, and tranquility, creating an atmosphere of calm that would make the passengers feel at ease rather than overwhelmed.
With staff stationed throughout, ready to assist with every need, Hera and herpanions could simply sit back and rx, enjoying the flight without lifting a finger.
Danny and the rest of the National Race Team staff were immediately filled with excitement as the flight attendants guided them to their seats.
Leo quickly settled beside Hera as Xavier gently helped her into her seat, ensuring she wasfortable.
With a caring touch, Leo fastened her seatbelt to make sure she was safe. As the crew took over their duties, everyone turned off their phones, settling into the luxurious surroundings for the flight ahead.
From the back, Dave leaned forward, his eyes drifting to Hera’s peaceful sleeping face.
Unable to contain his curiosity, he couldn’t help but ask, "Sweetheart isn’t secretly from the Hendrix family, is she?"
He looked at her, thevish surroundings of the ne, her penthouse, exotic rare cars, and connections to powerful people, all raising questions about her identity.
While it seemed unlikely that she was one of the Hendrix, considering Leo was already from that family, the thought lingered.
After all, the Hendrix had distant family branches, and marrying outside the direct bloodline wouldn’t be incestuous. The possibility, however remote, was still there.
"She should be..." Leo responded slowly, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Once she marries me, she’ll be a Hendrix."
His answer only seemed to fuel Dave’s frustration.
"Be serious, man," Dave shot back, his tone sharp and annoyed. Leo, unfazed, simply rolled his eyes.
"If you really want to know her identity, then be patient," Leo said, his tone uncharacteristically serious.
"Once she trusts you enough, she’ll tell you. Or, even if she already does, there might be circumstances holding her back. So just be patient."
Although Leo was offering advice, the three men could sense there was a deeper meaning behind his words.
It almost sounded like Leo knew exactly who Hera was.
The thought from earlier—the one Dave had mentioned—shed in their minds, and in that instant, Luke, Xavier, and Dave exchanged a knowing look. Dave’s gaze instantly darted to Hera’s face, his eyes wide with the realization.
With so many cluesid out before them, they would have to be incredibly dense not to put the pieces together.
After all, Hera hadn’t been keeping thempletely in the dark—she had been gradually revealing herself.
She was slowlying out of her shell, building her power, reputation, and influence, so when her true identity was finally exposed, it wouldn’t be too shocking.
At least, not to those who were paying attention.
Most of the men around her were already beginning to see the bigger picture, unlike the public, who would still be scrambling to piece together the mystery.
This approach also gave Hera the chance to test the waters with the male leads, gauging their loyalty and understanding.
It also allowed her to gradually uncover those who might be targeting her family—those who were supposed to be working alongside the male leads in the novel to bring down her family and its legacy.
Without Xavier, Leo, or the others noticing, Hera’s eyes fluttered. She had been awake for a while, but she was toozy to move, and a little embarrassed to be questioned about the events of the previous night, that’s why she kept pretending to be asleep.
She wasn’t yet used to the feeling of being intimate with multiple men, so it was natural for her to feel this way.
But hearing Leo’s words made her heart skip a beat. Despite her initial hesitation, he was right.
She had started to trust the male leads long ago. If she hadn’t, she would never have allowed them that closeness, nor considered them in the first ce.
By using some of her privileges around them, she was already admitting her identity, even without openly revealing it.
She knew that the men around her were all smart, and with their sharp intellects, they would catch on quickly.
However, without her saying anything, their thoughts would only remain as suspicions and guesses.
Luke, Dave, and Xavier, too, realized this. They might havee to a conclusion, but they weren’t certain—there was always the chance their deductions could be wrong.
Still, at least now, their hearts were prepared for the inevitable revtion that woulde sooner orter.
And as Leo had said, patience was key. Hera would eventually reveal the truth in her own time.
It was better this way—allowing her to share it when she felt ready—than for them to grow impatient and secretly investigate her. This small act of patience and trust was all Hera needed from them now.
After a moment of reflection, Dave fell silent, and Leo gave a satisfied smile as they all settled into their seats.
The topic was quietly dropped. Hera, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders, let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Soon after, the flight attendants closed the ne’s door, and the crew went through the motions of securing each passenger, making sure every indicator was clear. Then, the Captain’s voice crackled over the speaker.
"Good day, everyone. This is Captain Troy. We’ve received the go-ahead from Traffic Control. Please ensure your seatbelts are fastened, and I’ll have you in Barcelona in less than five hours."
Fortunately, while their private ne was spacious, it wasn’t asrge as amercial aircraft, which actually worked in their favor.
Its size allowed it to fly faster, ensuring they’d reach their destination in record time. With the ne’s luxurious facilities, Hera could even rest and recharge during the flight, ready to race as soon as they arrived.