To shield her face from the sun, she wore a medium-sized sun hat, which added a touch of mystery while still revealing just enough of her features as they strolled around.


    When Hera emerged, the four men waiting for her on the sofa immediately turned their attention to her, their gazes filled with appreciation. They nodded in silent acknowledgment.


    Though she wore a simple cream dress, it didn’t seem in or dull. Instead, it perfectly highlighted her natural elegance and grace.


    The dress seemed to fade into the background, drawing focus to her overall charm and radiant presence.


    With every step, her aura exuded the grace of an aristocraticdy, captivating everyone around her.


    Leo smiled warmly at Hera as he approached, extending his arm for her to take in a gentlemanly gesture, offering to escort her.


    The other three men followed suit, positioning themselves just behind him. As Hera linked her arm with Leo’s, they left the presidential suite together.


    However, instead of heading to the hotel restaurant for breakfast as initially nned, they made their way to a waiting Rolls Royce Phantom.


    Their destination was Billy Brunch Headquarters, promising a unique breakfast experience.


    The venue boasted an alfresco area, perfect for tourists to enjoy the scenic beauty of Barcelona while soaking in the local ambiance and listening to the soft murmur of the locals speaking in their nativenguage.


    Upon their arrival, all eyes turned to them. The other customers couldn’t help but notice their striking presence—each man exuding an aura of wealth and sophistication.


    It was as though a group of movie stars had walked into the ce, each with their own unique allure and undeniable charm.


    The girls in the crowd all inhaled sharply, their eyes following Leo, Luke, Xavier, and Dave as they walked past, clearly enjoying the sight of the handsome men in front of them.


    "Woah! Are they action stars or something? Who’s that girl with them?"


    "She’s surrounded by all those good-looking guys. Do you think she’s an escort or a gold digger trying to climb the socialdder? I mean, those men look like they’re from wealthy families."


    "I think you’re right. Isn’t there a trend now where young girls live beyond their means to attract rich men? They be sugar babies to move up socially."


    "Yeah, I’ve heard about that too. Some of them are influencers on social media, while others treat it like a full-on profession."


    "Woah! I just learned about that profession. Honestly, those who manage to climb the socialdder are all so stunning. Look at her—she’s absolutely breathtaking. Do you think she’s had surgery?"


    The local women continued their murmurs as Hera and the others walked by, speaking in their nativenguage.


    They assumed no one in the group would understand, as they clearly didn’t look like they were from the area. Feeling free to speak without restraint, they voiced their thoughts openly.


    However, as Hera, Leo, Luke, Dave, and Xavier passed by, their words didn’t go unnoticed.


    Dave’s expression darkened instantly, and the other men stiffened, their faces reflecting simr difort.


    After all, each of them had been raised to eventually take on the role of heir to their respective families, making it essential for them to learn multiplenguages.


    This allowed them to easily understand the conversations happening around them. However, before they could respond,


    Hera came to a sudden halt, her gaze locking with the woman who seemed to have the loudest voice in the conversation.


    The woman’s eyes were fixed on Hera with an air of condescension.


    "I never imagined that walking with wealthy men and looking gorgeous would make me a social climber or a gold digger," Hera replied sharply, her voiceced with disdain.


    "Can’t I just be a wealthy heiress, keeping lovers around while burning through my money?"


    Her words were cold and taunting, her chin lifted defiantly as she locked eyes with the woman, who appeared a few years older and slightly more affluent than the rest, dressed head to toe in branded clothing.


    She had judged Hera as a social climber simply because Hera was wearing simple clothes, with the exception of her shoes, which were the only recognizable brand.


    However, what the woman didn’t realize was that the dress Hera wore was a tailor-made piece, far more expensive and of higher quality than the branded clothes the woman herself was wearing.


    The women around them were stunned when they heard Hera speak their nativenguage with such ease, as if she were a local.


    Up until that moment, they had spoken arrogantly, assuming no one could understand their words and that they would remain unchallenged.


    But Hera’s sharp retort hit them like a p to the face.


    Her casual mention of keeping all these handsome men as her lovers while "burning money" only made the sting worse, leaving them speechless.


    Even Luke, Dave, and Xavier were taken aback by Hera’s fluency. Her tone, pronunciation, and the ent in her voice made it clear she was speaking like a native.


    None of them had ever imagined that Hera was bilingual.


    But Leo simply chuckled, amused, as he gently guided Hera inside the breakfast ce, ignoring the women around him.


    His actions, treating Hera with the devotion of a loving husband, only added weight to her earlier words.


    As he served her, it became evident that what Hera had said was no exaggeration—she truly seemed to be the one in control, keeping all four men as her lovers.


    Hera paused for a moment, as if recalling something, before ncing back with a yful smirk.


    "Oh, and by the way," she said, her voice smooth, "I never went under the table. I’m afraid of ruining the treasure my parents gifted me."


    She shed a radiant smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners like a mischievous fox, clearly enjoying the effect of her words.