The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 424

Chapter 424: Chapter 424 Joining The Race 2
“Right?!” the girl added, feigning sincerity and completely oblivious to Dave’s mounting anger.

“Don’t worry, Dave—Hera won’t be the only girl behind the wheel. We’ve got Milly here too!”

As if that was the crux of Dave’s concern, he saw right through the girl’s intentions.

He hoped she was merely trying to humiliate Hera and not endanger her during the race.

Yet, the idea of Hera being embarrassed didn’t sit well with him either, deepening his disdain for Milly.

Not only did she constantly try to get close to Dave in front of Hera, but now she was also trying to push Hera’s buttons, flaunting her acceptance in the group.

It was a calculated move to rub it in, making it clear that she belonged while Hera remained an outsider, unable to truly engage with the world Dave loved.

Milly anticipated that Hera would back down, cowering like a defeated dog, while she showcased her racing prowess among the boys.

To Milly, this was an opportunity to highlight that Hera was merely a pretty face, and she intended to go to great lengths to underscore that point.

Milly envisioned all sorts of reactions from Hera, ready to subtly drive the nail into her confidence and make her feel insecure and sidelined.

“Sure!” Hera replied, her bright smile catching everyone off guard. The other guys around them found themselves momentarily entranced, unable to look away from her beauty.

“Ehem!” Dave’s irritated throat-clearing snapped everyone back to reality, including Milly, who clearly hadn’t anticipated Hera’s response.

Of all the answers she expected, Milly never thought Hera would accept such a challenge. Everyone knew that car racing was dangerous and could lead to serious accidents. Unless a girl had a true love for challenges and a brave heart, few would dare to step into the fray.

Even after extensive self-convincing and mental preparation to drive alongside others, she had her brother—a member of the national team—train her in the hopes of getting closer to Dave.

Car racing wasn’t for beginners; it required skills and techniques that could only be honed through years of practice.

When everyone heard Hera readily accept the challenge, half of the onlookers were skeptical, believing she was biting off more than she could chew just to grab Dave’s attention.

Milly’s brother, in particular, dismissed her as shallow, convinced she was merely trying to impress Dave.

Though Milly didn’t receive the response she hoped for, she noticed that most of the national team members were watching Hera with a mix of skepticism and frown.

Dave raised an eyebrow as he regarded Hera, uncertain yet intrigued. He didn’t know her well, but he sensed that she wouldn’t take on a challenge unless she felt confident.

Still, worry creased his features, prompting him to inch closer to her, concerned about the decision she had made.

“Are you sure you want to join in?” Dave asked, concern evident in his voice. “If you do, I can teach you the controls and everything you need to know.”

“Yeah, and you could also take a few practice laps before we all race,” one of the Young Masters chimed in, noticing Dave’s apprehension.

He seized the opportunity to gain favor with Dave, hoping to impress him with his supportive gesture.

Hera let out a light chuckle, a sound like chimes dancing in the breeze. It struck a chord in their hearts, effortlessly captivating everyone around her. Those who had initially dismissed her as shallow found their negative perceptions melting away, drawn in by her warmth and genuine charm.

“Thank you, but I’m fine,” Hera said softly, giving Dave’s hand a reassuring tap. However, her response elicited a scoff from Milly’s brother, who clearly disapproved.

“Are you sure you can handle it? Race cars aren’t like regular cars. We can’t afford to have you getting into an accident here, so it’s best to let Dave teach you first and run a few laps before you join the others. After all, it would reflect poorly on our team’s image if news got out that we allowed a beginner to race with everyone else.”

Everyone caught the biting tone in his remarks, recognizing his attempt to embarrass Hera for turning down Dave’s offer. It seemed he believed she was pretending to know how to drive, completely unaware of her own limitations.

Milly’s brother was clearly trying to intimidate Hera, subtly reminding her of the potential dangers of a beginner racing alongside professionals. His words were a thinly veiled attempt to assert his superiority while keeping her firmly in her place.

Hera had sensed Milly’s intentions from the start and understood the underlying agenda behind her push for the girls to join. However, she refused to back down. If Milly could play her game, then Hera could play hers, determined to prove herself against the odds.

Hera smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons as she locked gazes with Milly’s brother.

He was clearly taken aback, caught off guard by her beauty, which struck him like a sudden gust of wind.

Although he was accustomed to beautiful women—having traveled the world with his team and with a sister who turned heads—Hera’s allure was distinct. It made his heart skip a beat, a reaction he hadn’t anticipated.

Hera exuded an aura that was both innocently pure and subtly seductive, reminiscent of a succubus. This intriguing contrast melded harmoniously, creating a captivating allure that drew attention and left an indelible impression.

Not only did Milly’s brother react this way; the other guys were equally captivated, their eyes fixed on Hera in awe.

This only deepened the darkness in Dave’s expression, a simmering rage rising within him as he watched them stare. Yet, he hesitated to chide Hera for her charm, fully aware of how effortlessly enchanting she could be.

“Then, since it’s a friendly competition, how about we place a bet?” Hera proposed, a cunning smile dancing on her lips. Her unexpected challenge caught everyone off guard; they were baffled by her audacity to suggest a wager, especially considering she was a beginner.

But Dave’s expression softened as he playfully tapped the tip of her nose, looking both endearing and doting.

“Are you addicted to bets? How do you envision this one playing out? I have to admit, I’m not keen on wishes. What if you lose and someone else wins? I wouldn’t want them making demands on you to satisfy their whims.”

Dave’s sudden comment left nearly everyone choking on their own saliva. ‘Does Dave really see us as unscrupulous, unable to control ourselves around women?’ All the guys collectively thought, their eyes wide with surprise as they turned to him.

Meanwhile, Hera smiled wryly, a mix of amusement and helplessness in her expression as she glanced at Dave.

“How about we make it a monetary bet? After all, everyone here has plenty of cash to spare. Since it’s just a friendly competition, betting money could be seen as a lighthearted game of poker among friends. Sound good?”

The Young Masters from wealthy families nodded in agreement. They were no strangers to friendly wagers, often playing poker and betting either money or assets like cars, pieces of land, or favors. When it came to cash, they typically wagered millions.

With more than a dozen participants, if each of them bet one million, the winner could potentially walk away with over $10 million—a prize nearly equivalent to the winnings of a national race or a grand prix. The stakes were high, and excitement crackled in the air.