The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 355

Chapter 355: Chapter 355 Gael Harrison
The woman cast another disdainful glance at Hera before refocusing on the receptionist, who now looked visibly uncomfortable. The other two receptionists were available, but the woman had deliberately chosen the one in the middle, where Hera stood. It seemed intentional, but Hera remained unfazed.

To avoid causing the receptionist any trouble, Hera calmly stepped over to the receptionist on the right and handed over her invitation, completely ignoring the girl who had just insulted her. “Here’s our invitation,” she said, presenting a shimmering, rainbow-colored card made from a special material that was neither plastic nor paper.

When the girl and the others saw the invitation, they all gasped, their eyes fixated on Hera’s hand. Even the other receptionist couldn’t hide her surprise, momentarily stunned by the sight. However, she quickly regained her composure, smiled politely at Hera, and carefully took the invitation with both hands for closer inspection.

“Hah! Country bumpkin, do you think you can fool everyone here? The invitations to this club only come in bronze, silver, gold, and platinum. A platinum VIP invitation grants full access to all the facilities in the racecourse, with special privileges like first pick of everything and the best service possible.”

“I suppose you didn’t know, given that you’re just a country girl pretending to be wealthy—or maybe you crawled out from who knows where. But your little tricks won’t work here. I knew the moment I saw you that you’re just here to seduce rich men while pretending to be some innocent, delicate flower,” the girl sneered, her voice dripping with arrogance and condescension.

“If you’re trying to pass off that fake invitation as real, at least do your homework and learn what the genuine ones look like,” the girl sneered, her derisive smirk deepening as she looked down on Hera with even more contempt. She felt an irrational urge to crush Hera beneath her heel, disliking her from the moment she laid eyes on her.

And that was reason enough for her to take an immediate dislike to Hera and target her with unwarranted hostility.

Hera couldn’t understand why the girl was directing so much hostility at her when she didn’t even know her. Was she perhaps similar to the guy who had been following her earlier—another acquaintance from her past whom she might have inadvertently annoyed?

Hera chose to ignore the girl’s insults and focused on the receptionist. The receptionist, clearly uncomfortable, struggled to maintain her professionalism. Though she carefully examined the invitation, she was visibly unsettled, as the girl had correctly pointed out that the racecourse only issued four types of invitations—bronze, silver, gold, and platinum. Each type of VIP membership card corresponded to these classifications, making it difficult for her to confirm the authenticity of Hera’s invitation.

The receptionist looked awkwardly at Hera, uncertain of how to proceed. Despite not knowing Hera personally, her years of experience in the industry had taught her one important lesson: never underestimate anyone.

Despite her skepticism about the invitation card Hera presented, the receptionist wanted to remain professional. With a strained smile, she addressed Hera politely, “Miss, I’m sorry, but this invitation appears to be invalid, and we can’t grant you entry. Please, kindly leave the premises.”

“See?! Did you really think you could waltz in here with your fake invitation and seduce rich men? Too bad for you. Hahaha!” The girl laughed mockingly, relishing in the moment. She swaggered away as a racecourse assistant approached to help her, her hips swaying provocatively. She cast one last disdainful glance at Hera before disappearing through a side door into the racecourse.

Hera recognized the condescending gaze directed at her, but she remained unfazed. She had grown accustomed to this treatment after years of working various jobs for the wealthy—whether as a driver, martial arts assistant, delivery person, or cook. She had heard every insult, endured every belittlement, and been called every name imaginable.

Instead of getting angry, Hera had learned over time that people like this woman, who talked a lot, were often like empty cans—making a lot of noise but lacking any real substance. Even if they did try to cause trouble, it was nothing she couldn’t handle. So, Hera chose not to care about the woman’s attitude and let it slide.

Just when Hera thought the woman was about to leave, she instead took a seat near the exit, clearly intent on watching the situation unfold. It was as if she was hoping to witness Hera and her companions being kicked out, eager to savor the spectacle.

The young man who had been trailing Hera since earlier couldn’t stand the arrogant way the girl was treating her any longer. He stepped forward decisively. “No need to worry about their invitation; they’re with me,” he said, pulling a silver membership card from the inside pocket of his jacket. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it to the receptionist who had just asked Hera to leave.

“Oh, ho! If it isn’t the useless fifth son of the Harrisons!” the girl drawled mockingly, her smirk growing even meaner. Hera couldn’t tell if the girl had targeted her earlier because of the young man, out of pure dislike, or maybe a bit of both.

Hera took a deep breath, her gaze shifting from the woman to the young man beside her, ignoring the woman’s mocking tone. The young man repeated firmly, “Please use my membership card.” Only then did the receptionist begin typing into her computer, checking the reservation details, and identifying the staff assigned to welcome him and Hera’s party.

She then pinged the assigned staff, requesting he arrive as soon as possible.

After the receptionist finished processing, she handed the silver membership card back to the young man. Hera frowned slightly as she glanced at the rainbow invitation card Cindy had given her. She wondered if Cindy had accidentally handed her an invitation meant for a different establishment under the Avery wing. Hera sighed, understanding that it was only natural for Cindy to make a mistake once in a while, given how many businesses she was managing while also trying to help Hera.

Hera knew how hard Cindy and the other aides worked, so she decided to let it go, as no real harm had been done. However, the girl wasn’t ready to let the matter drop. “Gael Harrison, why would you even bring people like this in here?” she sneered, pausing before adding with a smirk, “Let me guess—because you all belong in the same trash can, both useless and dirty from the mud?”

She seemed to take great pleasure in putting down Gael Harrison, her eyes glinting with malice. ‘Are they ex-lovers?’ Hera wondered, glancing back and forth between the two.

The girl seemed to catch on to Hera’s unspoken question. She shot Hera a venomous glare before scoffing loudly. “I wouldn’t dream of getting close to such a clown. I’m not a trash collector to be one foot near him.”

“Wait, are you trying to seduce this loser? What, do you accept just anyone?” The girl laughed loudly, and Hera saw Bry flinch at the woman’s mocking. Only then did she realize that, despite her own indifference, Bry and his father were deeply affected by the girl’s cruel antics. Her heart sank as she witnessed their discomfort.