As for Rafael, he didn’t need to repeat himself—he had already said his piece and was fully prepared to deliver on his promises. His PR team was hard at work, and even UE’s PR departnt was coordinating with Betty, ensuring everything was handled efficiently.
There was no real reason for Hera to worry. However, with extre anti-fans lurking, the four n refused to let her leave her penthouse for the entire day.
Since everyone was busy, they naturally positioned themselves around Hera. Luke sat on the coffee table, his laptop open in front of him, a Bluetooth earpiece in his ear as he juggled an endless stream of video and conference calls. His conversations spanned the country and even reached international contacts, requiring him to switch seamlessly between multiple languages.
Dave sat near the small flower garden, reviewing stacks of docunts his assistant had sent over. Among them were important bills requiring his attention—ones he needed to review and pass for legislation.
At the sa ti, he was personally overseeing multiple tourism projects aid at boosting the country’s tourism industry while implenting strict regulations to ensure sustainable growth. His goal was to enhance the nation’s economy and elevate its global standing as a top tourist destination.
Zhane, on the other hand, sat quietly on the other side of the small garden, basking in the warm sunlight as he ticulously reviewed the most complex patient profiles from the hospital.
Alongside these cases, he analyzed dical reviews and findings, carefully assessing each one to devise better treatnt solutions. Though he wasn’t performing surgery at the ti, he remained deeply engaged in his work and constantly refined his approach to patient care.
During his short breaks, he took the opportunity to study and morize different herbs and traditional processing techniques. His interest in ancient dicine had grown ever since he agreed to do minor tasks for the old doctor in exchange for the coveted costic skincare formula for Hera.
Initially, Zhane was fully committed to Western modern dicine, but as he delved deeper into ancient dical practices, he found them fascinating.
Contrary to the common belief that these techniques were outdated and crude, he realized they were highly intricate and relied heavily on a physician’s skill and intuition.
Unlike modern doctors who had MRI scans and advanced diagnostic tools at their disposal, ancient healers had to rely solely on their expertise and experience to diagnose and treat illnesses, making their craft all the more impressive.
This ant that a doctor’s diagnosis could vary depending on their individual expertise—so might be accurate, while others might not. However, talent, deep understanding, keen attention to detail, strong morization skills, and continuous learning played crucial roles in achieving the best results.
Zhane believed that if he could rge ancient dical techniques with modern Western dicine, he might discover a groundbreaking approach and potentially develop superior treatnts, dications, and surgical thods beyond those offered by the current dical field.
Even the old doctor recognized Zhane’s exceptional talent. Impressed by his dedication and aptitude, he didn’t hesitate to let Zhane borrow books and study under him.
In fact, he began considering making Zhane a disciple, hoping to pass down his family’s ancestral dical teachings and preserve the knowledge of ancient healing techniques for future generations.
Rafael, who was managing both his entertainnt company and the family business left by his father after his parents embarked on a round-the-world trip, was just as buried in work as the others.
Despite his heavy workload, he still found ti to chat with his sister, seeking advice on how to make a woman happy, such as what kind of gifts were appropriate for different occasions and other thoughtful gestures.
Minerva, receiving these kinds of ssages from her brother for the first ti, was greatly amused. She hadn’t expected Rafael to ask her such things, but to her surprise, she found herself deeply engaged in the conversation.
She didn’t even realize how much she was enjoying discussing this topic with him—sothing she usually only chatted about with friends, particularly Alice back when they were close.
Now that Rafael was taking up so much of her attention, Minerva no longer felt the need to text Alice to chat about the latest designer bags, costics, and fashion trends. Rafael’s eager curiosity and dedication—asking questions like a studious apprentice—were enough to keep her engaged.
As she guided him through the nuances of gifts and romantic gestures, she couldn’t help but imagine Hera’s reaction once she found out just how much effort Rafael was putting into learning these things.
The thought amused her, filling her with a sense of fulfillnt and even accomplishnt. For the first ti, Minerva didn’t feel like a useless person who rely relied on her brother.
Instead, she had found a purpose—sothing she could contribute to, sothing that made her feel needed. And it was during this conversation that Minerva finally realized what she wanted to do moving forward.
Instead of relying on her brother’s entertainnt company while being pampered at ho, why not put her expertise in fashion and makeup to good use?
She could beco a beauty influencer, sharing her skincare routines, makeup techniques, fashion tips, and style hacks. Since so many girls were just as obsessed with beauty as she was and loved watching these kinds of videos, she figured this could be a great way to earn her own money and beco more independent.
At the sa ti, she could also support her brother by promoting his company, creating a cycle that benefited both of them—elevating her personal brand while helping his business grow.
[Minerva: Hehe~ Brother, why don’t I start as a beauty blogger? Once I post my beauty tips, you can just watch my videos and learn directly from them. This way, not only will I earn money by growing my followers and monetizing my content, but you’ll also get firsthand knowledge of all things ’girly’!]
[Minerva: (¬_¬) (;¬д¬)]
[Rafael: Don’t think I don’t see through you...]
[Rafael:
[Rafael: You just want to fund and promote your page to boost traffic in the beginning, don’t you?]
[Minerva: Pretty please? (´ε｀ )♡]
[Minerva: Plus, you’ll be able to read the comnts from other girls and see for yourself if my tips are actually helpful and well-received. That way, when the ti cos, you won’t embarrass yourself in front of my dear sister-in-law...]
[Minerva: d(ᗒᗨᗕ)b]
Reading Minerva casually calling Hera her "sister-in-law" made Rafael pause for a mont before ultimately giving in, much to Minerva’s delight. She grinned, realizing she had just discovered her brother’s weakness.
However, beyond this playful victory, their little exchange unknowingly brought the siblings closer than ever.
Unlike before—when Rafael treated Minerva as the family’s pampered princess yet maintained a certain emotional distance—now, that invisible wall between them seed to crumble.
He no longer saw her as just a spoiled younger sister he couldn’t quite understand. Instead, their newfound dynamic opened the door to more natural and genuine communication.
Minerva, who once treaded cautiously around her brother, now felt comfortable enough to be playful with him, no longer fearing his intimidating deanor but embracing the bond they were building.
And it was all thanks to Hera, unknowingly nding their bond. Minerva, too, had stopped targeting her and was now focusing on her personal growth. It was as if she had undergone a sudden transformation overnight, maturing significantly after her kidnapping ordeal.
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