The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 354

Chapter 354: Chapter 354 Avery Racecourse
“Ah! Um! He…” The man stammered, pointing at Bry’s father. He struggled to find the right words, suddenly realizing that the person he had just cursed and nearly attacked was someone Hera knew.

He felt utterly small, realizing that his outburst had been unreasonable and had left a negative impression on Hera. Now he understood why she had that strange expression when he mentioned the past. Ashamed of himself, he wished he could bury his head in the sand and disappear.

“Sir, I apologize for the accident. Please let me know what I can do to make things right,” Bry’s father began, lowering his head as he spoke. “I’m willing to cover the cost of the damage. I hope we can resolve this.”

Realizing that Hera knew the man he’d had the accident with, the young man gave a wry smile and sheepishly extended his hand to shake Bry’s father’s hand. “Uncle, it’s okay. I was just a little agitated earlier because of some issues at home. I’m sorry for being so unreasonable,” he apologized, his face turning red with embarrassment.

It was true that he had been fired up this morning because of family issues, and his irritation had led him to take it out on the uncle standing before him, which he now realized was wrong. But despite knowing it was unfair, he had reached a point where he could no longer bottle up his anger—holding it in only made his feelings more complicated and his temper worse.

“Uncle, please let me make it up to you. I’ll cover the repairs for both our vehicles, and maybe we can have lunch together?” he blurted out, flustered and searching for a way to mend the situation. His eyes met Hera’s gaze, and he instinctively looked away, embarrassed.

Although Hera suspected the man was making the offer just to impress her, she stayed silent and simply observed. The more he talked, the more embarrassed and flustered he became. Sensing this, Hera decided to drop the matter and move on—there were more important things on her mind.

“N-No need, young man. I got it,” Bry’s father said, waving his hand dismissively.

“Uncle, just let him do it if it will put him at ease,” Hera interjected, her expression neutral and her tone direct. “After all, it was his fault for trying to overtake your truck at that moment.” Her straightforwardness only deepened the man’s embarrassment.

“I’m sorry about that. I was in a tight schedule and trying to get in to talk to an important client, which is why I tried to overtake,” the man explained.

“But rushing only got you into more trouble, and now you’re even later than you expected,” Hera replied bluntly. Her honesty hit the man hard, driving home the lesson that impatience often leads to more problems than simply being patient and following the rules.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he muttered, lowering his head like a scolded child.

“Alright then, off you go,” Hera responded, trying to send him on his way before guiding Bry and his father inside the facility, where the racecourse manager was waiting for them.

She then subtly glanced at him, thinking, ‘What kind of client is he meeting, looking like this?’ It wasn’t that she wanted to be judgmental, but he resembled someone going through a rebellious phase rather than attending a business meeting. Shaking her head to dismiss the thoughts about a guy she barely knew and had just met by chance, Hera continued guiding Bry and his father inside.

Instead of leaving, the man trailed after them like a lost puppy, following them all the way to the lobby. There, the receptionist waited to check their reservation and invitation before allowing them to proceed inside, where the coaches, trainers, and stable boys were already waiting.

This strict policy ensures that everyone entering the racecourse adheres to the established rules, preventing unnecessary disruptions. It also helps avoid overbooking or scheduling conflicts, which could lead to overcrowding on the track where the horses run.

The policy also helps preserve the privacy of VIP members, ensuring they have ample space to enjoy their leisure time with clients, business partners, and friends. The racecourse serves as an ideal venue for business discussions, social gatherings, and events of varying scales that the wealthy often host.

The influx of money here was substantial, which is why Hera suggested to Bry’s father that he try his luck at the Avery Racecourse. She believed his horses were of high quality and well-trained, and it would be a missed opportunity not to introduce him to potential new business partners. She saw it as a chance to benefit both Bry’s father and herself.

As they entered the lobby, they were greeted by a wide, three-seater front desk crafted from rosewood, featuring the Avery emblem elegantly carved just below and the full name of the racecourse displayed above the receptionist’s heads. The three receptionists were all busy assisting various VIP members and confirming their reservations.

Once they finished assisting the VIP members, the receptionists called the trainers assigned to newcomers or the assistants who would arrange the horses, prepare the lounging areas, and set up the changing rooms for their rest and be with their beck and call.

White lilies were placed at each end of the receptionist’s desk, complemented by an elegant flower arrangement featuring a willow branch. The arrangement showcased flowers of varying heights to highlight the branch while ensuring the vase remained uncluttered.

On the left side of the lobby was a wall-sized aquarium showcasing expensive ornamental fish, each valued at no less than a hundred thousand dollars. Among them were several silver Asian Arowana and a particularly striking golden-orange Asian Arowana, which stood out like a diva amidst the rest. The golden Arowana alone had been purchased for $400,000.

The largest fish were grouped together on one side of the wall-sized aquarium, while smaller ones, such as the Peppermint Angelfish originally worth $30,000 but purchased for $120,000 after a bidding war with a collector, were placed on the other side. Alongside them were Polkadot stingrays valued at $100,000 and many more. Careful attention was given to maintaining the saltwater environment where these aquatic animals thrived.

The collection was so impressive that many people would sit in front of it to pass the time. In response, a couch and coffee table were placed near the wall-sized fish tank. Though still within the lobby, this seating area was positioned far enough from the reception desk to offer a quiet space where those waiting for their ride or simply resting wouldn’t be disturbed by the noise from the reception area.

As Hera and the others stepped in, the receptionist quickly noticed them and greeted, “Hi, may I know your reservation time, or could you show your invitation if this is your first visit?” The receptionist in the center addressed them, so Hera approached her, pulling out the invitation Cindy had given her. However, just as she was two steps away from the desk, a hand suddenly pushed her aside, making her stumble on her feet.

“Don’t get in my way, country bumpkin!” a woman sneered, her tone dripping with arrogance. She turned to the receptionist, speaking as if she were addressing a servant. “Hurry up, I don’t have much time. And why are you even dealing with these country bumpkins? Isn’t this place supposed to be for members only?” She shot Hera a dismissive glance, accompanied by a derisive snort.