The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Chapter 384 Bry’s Father, Being Jumpy and Nervous
Zhane could read the excitement radiating from Dave without even needing to guess. With a knowing smile, he ignored Dave’s eager anticipation and guided Hera to her seat. He pulled out the chair with practiced grace, helping Hera sit down like a true gentleman before gently pushing the chair in to ensure she was comfortably positioned at the table.

Once he was certain Hera was seated comfortably, Zhane took his place on her right side and poured her a cup of tea. Bry and the others soon joined them, having finished their tour of the expansive room and the opulent boat docked nearby.

“Sister, look at the boat! It’s incredible, like something a prince and princess would ride!” Bry exclaimed, running eagerly from the side where the boat was docked. His eyes sparkled with childlike wonder. His father followed closely behind, watching over him to ensure he didn’t accidentally bump into anything or cause damage. Despite the recent earnings from their collaboration with the Avery Racecourse, he knew that even with millions in hand, he couldn’t afford to cover the cost of any potential damage to the lavish décor.

He felt that just one piece of the extravagant décor could leave him penniless and in debt for a lifetime. He couldn’t help but gulp nervously as he watched his curious son, who seemed completely carefree, exploring the room with innocent enthusiasm.

Noticing Bry’s father growing increasingly anxious and fidgety, Gerald approached him with a reassuring pat on the shoulder, hoping to ease his nerves. However, the gesture only seemed to intensify Bry’s father’s tension, as if the pat had reminded him of a looming debt he couldn’t escape. His grimace elicited a hearty laugh from Gerald, who found the situation amusing.

He found that he was never bored around his Young Miss, as there was always some drama or amusing people in her orbit. With a chuckle, Gerald decided to put the old man at ease. “Hahaha, Uncle, just relax. Even if something were to happen to any of these decorations, they’re covered by insurance. So, there’s no need to worry.”

Instead of feeling reassured, Bry’s father was even more convinced that the decorations must cost hundreds of millions each. After all, why else would they need insurance for mere decor? Even he only had insurance policies for his brother and wife, not for anything as seemingly trivial as room decorations.

Bry’s father choked on his own saliva after hearing Gerald, his heart racing as he felt like he aged ten years in an instant. Seeing his father so distressed, Bry immediately stood by his side and stopped exploring the room. His father quickly guided him to a seat at the table, and only after they were properly settled did he let out a deep sigh of relief, as if he had narrowly escaped a pursuing demon.

Gerald soon joined the group at the table, but this time he had learned his lesson. Instead of sitting opposite Hera and the others, he allowed the manager to take that spot. Gerald positioned himself slightly to the side, ensuring that he would remain safe if anything went awry or flew off the table. He chuckled softly to himself, satisfied with his strategic choice and relieved that he wouldn’t have to endure the same chaos he had the day before.

When Hera noticed Gerald’s cautious seating arrangement, she couldn’t help but recall the flying shrimp incident from the previous day. The memory made her laugh softly, and Gerald, recognizing the cause of her amusement, felt his face flush with embarrassment. His nose flared slightly, but he chose not to comment. Instead, he quickly shifted his attention and called out to the servers, trying to redirect the focus away from his discomfort.

The servers soon arrived, presenting an array of meticulously prepared dishes that catered to everyone’s preferences, with Hera’s favorites taking center stage. The table was adorned with a sumptuous spread: steamed Fourchu Lobster and Pearl Lobster, baked Coffin Bay King Oyster, charcoal grilled eel with a special sauce, and Bluefin Tuna paired with creamy white truffle soup. Additionally, there was a Kobe beef sandwich and Almas Caviar on the side, making for an opulent and diverse feast.

The table also featured lighter options, including a crisp salad with creamy Caesar dressing and an enticing fruit platter, alongside more seafood and soups. Bry’s eyes sparkled with awe at the array of unfamiliar and exquisitely presented dishes. Each plate looked like a work of art, making him hesitate to dig in, captivated by their beauty.

Despite his reluctance, Bry’s stomach betrayed him with a loud grumble that echoed around the room, eliciting hearty laughter from everyone. Noticing Bry’s predicament, the manager took it upon himself to serve the boy. Understanding that Bry was not only small and might struggle to reach the food but also likely unsure or shy about what to choose, the manager made sure to offer him a selection of dishes to try.

The manager promptly offered Bry a sample of each dish on the table, allowing him to choose his favorites before serving him larger portions of the ones he liked best. Meanwhile, Bry’s father, his hands trembling, reached for the nearest food. Without needing to ask, he recognized the extravagant nature of the spread—he had seen wealthy individuals indulging in similar delicacies before and overheard discussions about the high cost of caviar and air-freighted lobster from the servants of wealthy families.

He felt that the longer he stayed in such an opulent environment, the more his heart would struggle to keep up, overwhelmed by the extravagance. Unaccustomed to such luxury, he found himself eating slowly and sparingly, unable to fully enjoy the feast before him. Hera, recalling her own experiences of adjusting from a humble life, empathized deeply with his discomfort. She regretted not considering Bry’s father’s feelings more carefully and felt a pang of guilt for not anticipating his reaction to the lavish surroundings.

Hera realized it was her oversight to focus solely on the male leads’ preferences and neglect Bry’s father’s comfort, especially since this celebration was meant to for him. Frustrated, she let out a quiet sigh, which didn’t go unnoticed by the observant Zhane. He gently patted the back of her hand, which was clutching her dress under the table, offering a silent gesture of support and understanding.

Feeling Zhane’s reassuring touch, Hera pursed her lips in contemplation. She made a quick decision, beckoning a nearby server and whispering instructions into his ear. The server then dashed out of the room. Meanwhile, Zhane took a steamed Fourchu Lobster, carefully cut it into bite-sized pieces, and placed the plate in front of Hera. He also set the accompanying sauce beside her and gently encouraged her to sample the lobster.

Zhane continued to cut the lobster with practiced precision, effortlessly and gracefully peeling a shrimp for Hera. Initially, Gerald flinched and raised his hands defensively when he saw Zhane reaching for the shrimp, anticipating another mishap. However, when nothing happened, he glanced over to find Zhane skillfully and elegantly peeling the shrimp, his movements so fluid and precise that it resembled a work of art.

What can he even expect from the best doctor?