[Mariama: @WalkingMydog, maybe you should check out @LaguageProfessorHere’s profile before doubting him. He was invited to teachnguages at University A years ago but chose to stay at the international school for a long time. He only started teaching at University Ast year. He’s a highly respectednguage professor.]
[LaguageProfessorHere: @Mariama, you’re too kind. The real reason I didn’t leave the international school earlier is that I was having so much fun teaching this one extraordinary student all thenguages I know.]
[LaguageProfessorHere: In fact, I even had to learn a few more just to keep up with her appetite for knowledge. Honestly, I don’t think 22nguages is even her limit!]
[LaguageProfessorHere: Her ability toprehend and absorb information was like nothing I’ve ever seen—it was such a joy to teach her. I moved to University A hoping to cross paths with this little genius again, so we could continue learning and growing together.]
[ILoveLanguage: I can confirm that @LaguageProfessorHere is indeed ournguage professor at University A. His lectures are easy to follow and so popr that his lecture hall is always packed.]
[ILoveLanguage: That said, learning a newnguage is never easy—each one has its own unique principles and grammatical structures. For this celebrity to have mastered so many is an incredible achievement. And judging by how she speaks, she really does sound like a local.]
[AuntieNextDoor: Impressive as hernguage skills are, can anyone exin why little Hera seemed annoyed earlier? Were the locals saying something upsetting?]
[PasserbyGod: @AuntieNextDoor They were gossiping about Hera, calling her a gold digger and a social climber. They even suggested she must have resorted to shady means to look so stunning and trap wealthy young heirs.]
[LaguageProfessorHere: @AuntieNextDoor No need to worry, though. Hera already shut them down with her sharp tongue. That little girl knows how to handle herself when it matters.]
[LaguageProfessorHere: ( ????? )]
[HeraIsMySister: Hahaha, haters will always hate, but they’ll never measure up to my sister. They’re probably just jealous because she’s surrounded by handsome, wealthy-looking men. Honestly, that woman with the loudest mouth looked more like a gold digger herself—probably out there trying to hook a rich heir.]
[Athena_Lowery: @HeraIsMySister Sharp eye, little one. ??]
[EntertainmentKing: If I were there, I wouldn’t let my little minx be wronged or called names like that.]
[EntertainmentKing: ( ,,?’︿’?,,)]
[FatherOfCaduceus: @EntertainmentKing Unfortunately, you weren’t there. You held both of us back...]
[EntertainmentKing: That’s why I told you we should’ve just followed! You’re a doctor, and I’m a patient—no matter what, we’d figure it out.]
[FatherOfCaduceus: As a doctor, do you really think I’d agree to that?]
[EntertainmentKing: And now look what happened! We’re missing out on enjoying the view with Hera.]
[FatherOfCaduceus: ....]
[Dave_Carson: Die of envy fuckers @EntertainmentKing and @FatherOfCaduceus]
[Dave_Carson: ? (′?｀)?a?a?a]
[SilverEmperor: Stop running your mouth @Dave_Carson and start serving our queen. ]
[SilverEmperor: <(?? _?)>]
[Dave_Carson: ??]
[Dave_Carson: (??? )]
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After the farce concluded, the woman who had been mocking Hera quickly fell silent, fearing that Hera might further embarrass her in front of the men present.
However, she didn’t stop casting flirtatious nces at Leo, Luke, Xavier, and Dave.
Despite Hera’s yful remark about them being her "boy toys," their striking appearances were too captivating for her to ignore.
She even entertained the thought that, if a little money could keep such handsome men around, she wouldn’t hesitate—after all, having attractivepanions would be a refreshing change from thepany of greasy, balding men withrge bellies.
But no matter how much she tried to catch their attention, her attempts at flirting were met with polite indifference andplete rejection.
She even mustered the audacity to approach Hera’s table, attempting to make small talk and feign innocence with a pitifully wronged demeanor.
"Hello, miss. I’m so sorry for speaking out of turn earlier without knowing you. We spected and said things that made you look bad. Can you forgive me?" she asked sweetly, her toneced with artificial charm.
As she spoke, she cast a flirtatious nce at Leo, who was seated beside Hera, attentively spreading butter on her croissant with effortless grace.
"No." Hera replied tly, not bothering to look up.
There was no rule that dictated an apology must be epted; forgiveness was a choice, and she was under no obligation to grant it.
As a woman, Hera could see right through the other’s maniptive attempts—especially with how tant she was with her flirtations and gestures.
The woman even had the audacity to ce her hand on Leo’s shoulder while apologizing, and that was the final straw.
Hera’s temper red. She had just affirmed her rtionship with these men, and though they hadn’t spoken it aloud, the shared moments between them made it clear they were hers—and she was theirs. She wasn’t about to let someone else im what was already hers.
Hera wasn’t about to give any woman a free pass to touch what was hers. With a cold expression, she lifted her gaze to meet the woman’s eyes.
To Leo’s credit, he immediately reacted the moment the woman’s hand brushed his shoulder—he shrugged it off as though it were a repulsive foreign object. He even went as far as wiping the spot with a tissue, his brows furrowed in disgust.
Despite Hera’s rising anger, he continued wiping his shoulder with a grimace, then shot her a pitiful, almost apologetic look, as if he were the one wronged.
"Wifey, you have to seek justice for me," Leo said, his lips pursed in disdain. "I can’t stand it when other women just touch me like that—it feels like something disgusting is crawling on my skin."
His eyes didn’t even nce in the woman’s direction, but his words were sharp, full of irritation. Despite his clear difort, he didn’t directly confront the woman.
His upbringing as a gentleman—taught since childhood—prevented him from being rude, even when his feelings were hurt.
His manners and etiquette held him back from calling her out outright, but his words was enough to embarrass her, leaving her humiliated without him needing to say another word.
The woman’s eyes turned red with embarrassment as she cast a nce at Luke, Xavier, and Dave, but none of them paid her any attention.
They were all absorbed in their own tasks, subtly working to calm Hera’s rising temper.
While Hera was usually mild-mannered and skilled at navigating tricky situations, Leo knew her well enough to sense that her patience was nearing its limit.
She had never truly lost her temper before, but now, as her anger simmered visibly, Leo’s heart fluttered.
Her reaction wasn’t just about the woman’s behavior—it meant Hera was jealous. The thought of another woman openly flirting with him had triggered her protective instincts, and the realization sent a thrill through him.
"Are you really here to apologize, or are you just looking for trouble?" Dave spoke up, his voice sharp and unfiltered.
"Can’t you see how ufortable we all feel under your persistent, unwanted gaze?" Unlike Leo, who had subtly made his feelings known, Dave didn’t hesitate to speak his mind.
He had no patience for protecting the woman’s feelings; to him, the only thing that mattered was Hera’s. Seeing her difort sparked a protective instinct in him that left no room for niceties.
"You’re wronging me, sir," the woman protested, her voice trembling. "I’m really here to apologize." Her eyes, now red-rimmed, welled up with genuine tears.
This time, there was no pretense; the woman wasn’t faking it. She hadn’t expected Dave’s blunt words or the harsh treatment from Leo, making her feel like something unworthy and filthy in their eyes.