To their left was a small beverage bar.
Xavier took a bottle of fruit juice from the mini-fridge, opened it, and handed it to Hera.
She smiled appreciatively.
"Thank you," she said.
Before she could reach for it, however, Leo had already extended his hand, making it easier for her to take the bottle without leaning forward.
Xavier simply raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
They all began chatting casually about the upcoming race, none of them showing a trace of worry or nerves.
Hera’s assurance about having a car ready left them feeling at ease; they knew she wasn’t one to make empty promises or brag.
If she said she had a car, they trusted she ant it.
Instead of worrying, they found themselves eagerly anticipating what kind of car she would reveal.
"Are you nervous?" Leo asked softly, massaging Hera’s hand in an attempt to calm her.
But Hera wasn’t feeling nervous—she was feeling irritated.
She wasn’t trying to be petty with the forr NRT mbers; even though they had quit abruptly, leaving the team in a difficult position just because they didn’t like her, she was still open to welcoming them back if they were willing to work together after she proved herself today.
After all, her priorities lay with the entertainnt company and her studies, aiming to lighten her grandfather’s burdens in the company.
But instead of apologizing for their sudden departure or acknowledging the trouble they caused, they had joined the opposing team and were now brazenly trying to provoke her and their forr team, rubbing it in their faces.
No matter the differences between them, the forr team had once shared grueling training sessions and countless hours with the NRT’s manager, coach, and staff.
Even if they felt resentnt toward her, they could have discussed it or, if it ca down to it, pushed for her removal in a way that allowed for other solutions.
She could have worked with Betty to find another way to showcase her talent in front of the director to secure the role in the movie she was hoping for.
Instead, they had chosen neither of these paths.
They joined the opposing team and openly mocked and humiliated their forr team on national TV.
Without even checking the online comnts, she could imagine the public reaction.
What Hera didn’t yet know was that NRT had already announced her participation and shared what happened with the forr mbers, including their exit, online.
So while she still felt reasons to step back and let them have their way, her response was shaped by a lack of communication on all sides.
Due to this lack of information on her end, Hera was now more fired up than ever to race and win.
The spark of determination had ignited, and the pettiness in her blood ran deep, with her inner villainess practically screaming in excitent.
Rather than intimidating her or undermining her confidence, Michael and his team’s actions only fueled Hera’s determination to succeed, backfiring completely on their intentions.
She no longer felt the need to save face for them—instead, she planned to show them the true aning of pettiness.
With a resolute huff, Hera and the others remained in the Lincoln.
The n exchanged knowing glances, sensing her steely resolve, and subtly tried to lighten the mood, steering the conversation elsewhere. Just then, Hera’s phone buzzed.
[Betty: Hera, the livestream setup is complete on our end. If you could stream your journey from the penthouse to the venue, it would be amazing—so many of your fans are here to support you, and more are still arriving!]
[Hera: I’ve already arrived in the city and am on my way to the venue now.]
[Betty: Oh, that’s a sha! But we can still livestream the rest of your journey so your fans have sothing to enjoy while waiting for the race to start. It’s still a few hours until then, and this could be a great way to showcase our response to the taunts we’ve received.]
[Betty: (¬‿¬)]
[Betty: We’ve connected the livestreaming platform to your account and sent you the link along with the invitation.]
[Betty: (link. attached)]
[Hera: Alright, I got it. Thank you.]
Hera stared at her phone screen for a mont, biting the inside of her cheek.
With a sigh, she clicked the link and logged in using her social dia account, which directed her to the livestreaming platform.
There was no need for adjustnts, as all her information was already pre-filled, including her profile picture.
Thanks to Betty’s preparation, the account was verified in no ti.
With livestreaming gaining popularity among celebrities as a ans to boost their profiles, promote sponsors, and connect with fans on a daily basis, Betty believed this would be an excellent opportunity to endorse Hera.
It would also allow her to clarify Hera’s stance regarding the controversy surrounding the forr NRT team she had replaced.
Currently, a rift had ford between racing fans and the individual supporters of Michael and his team, particularly since Michael boasted the largest fanbase, pitted against Hera’s rapidly growing following.
Even if Hera chose to ignore the provocations, her fans were unwilling to stay silent and had engaged in an escalating online battle with Michael’s supporters.
Betty recognized that when Hera began livestreaming, Michael’s fans would likely swarm in to harass her, potentially even reporting her account and causing issues for the livestreaming platform.
Fortunately, the moderator she had spoken with was easy to work with, and they had already devised strategies to ensure that Hera’s livestream remained uninterrupted.
Once Hera logged in and clicked ’Start Live,’ her front cara began recording her, instantly notifying her followers on social dia as well as viewers waiting on Betty’s livestream.
Within seconds, viewers started pouring in, creating a lively mix of Hera’s fans, curious passersby drawn to the commotion, and Michael’s supporters, eager to stir up trouble.
Leo and the other four male leads watched Hera’s every move until their phones buzzed with notifications that she had started a livestream.
Instinctively, Leo and Luke shifted closer to Hera, subtly angling their profiles toward the cara, while the other three shot them squinted glances, unimpressed by their antics.
...
[MichaelMySuperStar: Ey! Yow! Is this the chick who likes stealing things? Kekeke]
[RaceIsLifeNotForFun: Girl, with those scrawny arms, can you even handle the steering wheel? Just give the position back to the national team’s ace racer and go ho. Stop playing with n’s ambitions and races.]
[RaceIsAmbition: The guy above has a point. Racing isn’t a ga; it’s about ambition for n like us. I could probably drive circles around you, little girl. Why not stick to being a homaker instead of trying to play in a man’s world? Hmmm?]
[HeraIsMySister: Sister Hera, don’t let these clueless n get to you! They have the brains of a donkey and clearly don’t understand gender equality. What n can do, won can often do better!]
[HeraIsMySister: They just can’t accept that won can dominate in racing.]
[RaceIsLifeNotForFun: How can you even say that? Has that little chick ever won a trophy? No? So, shut the hell up with your gender equality nonsense!]
[HeraIsLife: @RaceIsLifeNotForFun What’s the matter, can’t handle the truth? Why don’t you just go back to your dusty old house? I bet you’re single, lounging in your living room, pouring all that negativity and anger into the internet because you’re lonely. Spread your toxicity sowhere else!]
[RaceIsLifeNotForFun: @HeraIsLife Are you stalking ?!]
[RaceIsLifeNotForFun: ԅ(☉Д☉)╮]
[HeraIsLife: @RaceIsLifeNotForFun sorry, I’m not into animals, much more date them]
[HeraIsLife: (;￣Д￣)]
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