The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Chapter 192 To the Cafeteria
As she descended the stairs, Hera’s dress elegantly swayed, gracefully following her every movement and accentuating her voluptuous figure. The ensemble exuded a sensual yet innocent charm. Opting to forgo makeup, Hera preserved her fresh, innocent look, avoiding any risk of appearing gaudy and ensuring her sophistication remained intact.

At the foot of the stairs stood Cindy, awaiting Hera’s descent. “Young Miss, I heard that the young minister broke into your room last night?” Cindy said, her voice filled with concern.

Upon hearing Cindy’s words, Hera’s lips twitched with a mix of irritation and amusement. She had almost forgotten about the incident until Cindy brought it up. Gritting her teeth, Hera was relieved that Dave hadn’t crossed any lines that would warrant her breaking his bones. She decided to let it slide; after all, she had played a role in the situation. It was simply a case of reaping what she had sown.

“It’s fine, Cindy. He didn’t do anything inappropriate,” Hera explained calmly, her smile unwavering.

Rather than heaving a sigh of relief, Cindy gasped incredulously. “Does he have any issues in that regard?”

Hera tilted her head to the side and came to a halt, contemplating Cindy’s words. Gradually, she realized that Cindy was suggesting Dave might have an issue with his lower half, like erectile dysfunction. Understanding Cindy’s implication, Hera couldn’t help but ponder: how could a healthy young man in his mid-20s resist the temptation to engage in inappropriate behavior behind closed doors, especially while sharing a bed with a beautiful woman?

Even Hera couldn’t shake the disbelief that if she hadn’t been present in the room to witness it firsthand, she might have doubted that nothing untoward had occurred. The only logical explanation seemed to be that Dave had encountered a performance issue. Chuckling inwardly at the misunderstanding, Hera chose not to correct Cindy; it was slightly humorous, and it was the only way to assure her that nothing had happened. She made a mental note to address it with Cindy later, but for now, she needed to rush to the university as soon as possible.

Understanding Hera’s urgency, Cindy refrained from pressing the topic further. Instead, she opened a small briefcase containing the car keys, ensuring Hera wouldn’t need to search for them herself. Hera selected the key for the Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, which Hera had yet to try, Cindy handed it to her and escorted her to the elevator. Once Hera was on her way, Cindy waited until the elevator doors closed and Hera reached the basement before returning inside the penthouse. Meanwhile, Hera strode confidently toward her chosen car.

Hera drove steadily on the road, determined not to rush. The last thing she wanted was to risk an accident, which would only further delay her already tight schedule. Her cautious driving was not only a matter of personal safety but also a display of respect for the law, despite her family’s potential connections to traffic enforcers.

While driving, Athena called Hera again to check on her whereabouts. “Babe, are you on the way? I’ll wait for you in the university cafeteria, okay?”

“Great! I haven’t eaten anything yet. Could you order for me too? Pretty please?” Hera made sure to infuse her voice with sweetness as she requested Athena to buy her food as well.

“Alright, babe, I’ll order the usual. Are you okay with that?” Athena chuckled, teasing Hera a bit.

“More than okay!” Hera eagerly replied, her excitement evident in her voice.

After finalizing their rendezvous point, they ended the call so Hera could focus on driving, while Athena made her way straight to the cafeteria to order their usual combo meal. Hera’s university was sprawling, boasting numerous courses and holding the status of being the most prestigious school in their country. This reputation attracted students from various backgrounds: the wealthy, commoners, and the middle class. To accommodate the diverse student body, especially those pressed for time who don’t have time to go outside to eat, the university established different cafeterias with varying price ranges, ensuring accessibility and convenience for all.

The cafeteria Athena and Hera frequented catered primarily to scholar students, offering the most affordable options on campus. Their go-to meal was the combo meal, the cheapest offering available. However, the downside was its lack of variety; the combo meal remained the same throughout the year, making it monotonous to eat every day. Fortunately, there were a few other combo meal options to provide students with some variety and prevent them from growing tired of the food available.

While the cafeteria catering to the middle class offered slightly better quality at a marginally higher price, many students from commoner and middle-class backgrounds still opted for the most affordable option to economize on their expenses. Given the high cost of education, students spared no effort in seeking out the most budget-friendly choices available.

In contrast, the final cafeteria resembled a confluence of Michelin-starred restaurants, providing students with a diverse array of culinary options. Here, students could handpick their preferred dishes, each prepared in order to ensure freshness and exceptional taste.

While Hera and Athena could easily afford to dine at the upscale cafeteria in the university, they preferred to frequent their usual spot. For them, it wasn’t just about the affordability; it was about the comfort and familiarity of their chosen cafeteria. It held sentimental value, reminding them of the journey they’d shared as best friends over the years. Their decision was driven more by emotional attachment to the place rather than any financial considerations.

As Hera arrived at the entrance of the university, she noticed students bustling to enter the premises for registration. When they caught sight of her car, many paused, casting envious glances, while others gazed in astonishment, their eyes filled with ambition. Perhaps they envisioned themselves enjoying such luxury after graduating and securing promising opportunities through hard work and ingenuity. However, Hera didn’t dwell on their thoughts. She drove straight to the parking lot designated for luxury cars, focusing on her own tasks for the day.

Yes, the university had a designated parking lot for luxury cars, a measure aimed at preventing potential conflicts between students from different backgrounds. By segregating parking areas, the university aimed to minimize the likelihood of accidents involving vehicles of varying values.

In the event of such incidents, having luxury cars parked together allowed for easier resolution among individuals within the same socioeconomic circle, ensuring smoother compensation for any damages incurred. Integrating luxury cars with regular vehicles posed challenges, particularly regarding how students from middle-class backgrounds could adequately compensate for damage to luxury vehicles.

Given that the university couldn’t prohibit students from affluent backgrounds from driving luxury cars, this solution aimed to satisfy all parties involved, promoting harmony and fairness within the campus community.

Hera spotted Athena’s Bugatti Chiron parked in the designated area and noticed an open spot adjacent to it. With practiced ease, she maneuvered her car into the available space beside Athena’s vehicle, effortlessly completing the parking without breaking a sweat.

After shutting off the engine, Hera stepped out of her car with finesse. Several students lingered in the parking lot, attending to their own vehicles. Pausing momentarily, they engaged in the customary comparison of cars nearby. As Hera’s car came into view beside the another hypercar, their attention shifted, prompting them to pause and observe. Their collective curiosity reached a peak as they watched a stunning woman emerge from the vehicle with effortless elegance.