The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 434

Chapter 434: Chapter 434 Little Ancestor
For so long, he had yearned to race against this legendary figure, and now, his wish had been granted in the most unexpected way by someone who had brought a whirlwind of mystery and surprises into his life.

Hera glanced up at Dave, her eyes shimmering like crescent moons. Though she couldn’t decipher his thoughts, she could see the wonder in his gaze, as if he had discovered a hidden treasure lying right beside him.

Hera let out a soft chuckle and nodded in agreement. Truthfully, she didn’t care much about the national team’s decisions.

She already had a plan in place and was eager to move forward with the storyline’s progression.

Her goal was to succeed in the entertainment industry, allowing her to navigate the tribulations of this life and reshape her fate toward a happily ever after.

The manager of the national team felt his anger boil over; nothing irked him more than being threatened. “Fine! If you want to quit, then go ahead,” he snapped, his voice rising.

“But don’t come running back to me when you realize how mistaken you are!” He turned his head away, his frustration palpable.

The national team’s coach was taken aback, unease settling in his stomach.

He fidgeted, grappling with the reality that the team he had carefully assembled and nurtured was on the brink of disbandment.

With the national grand prix looming just ahead of the international event, the prospect of drivers quitting left him in a panic.

If they lost these key players now, there wouldn’t be enough time to train substitutes to fill their roles.

Before he could address the escalating situation, Michael stormed out in a fit of rage, followed closely by his sister and the entire team.

Milly had the audacity to cast a smug, challenging smirk back at Hera before swaggering out, her hips swaying confidently as if she knew they would soon be back, begging for their return.

However, the manager didn’t respond; as soon as his entire team vanished from view, he collapsed to his knees with a loud thud, startling everyone around him. Even the coach was left speechless, reeling from the whirlwind of sudden twists and turns in the events.

Ignoring the pain in his knees, the manager crawled to Hera’s feet, resembling a child in desperate need of help.

“My little ancestor! Huhuhuh! You have to save me! I have no one left—our hopes for the national and international Grand Prix rest entirely on you now!” He wept at her feet, his voice cracking with desperation.

In her shock, Hera instinctively jumped back, almost stumbling as she recoiled from the manager’s outburst.

Dave quickly swept her into his arms, his gaze fixed angrily on the manager, who was now a picture of despair, tears and snot mingling grotesquely on his face.

“Why did you drive them away if you don’t have a backup plan?” Dave snapped, his voice laced with anger as he cradled Hera like a princess, glaring down at the manager still kneeling in defeat.

If Hera didn’t know any better, she might suspect that the manager had orchestrated this chaos to pressure her into representing his team in the race.

However, his earlier outburst had been so genuine, revealing a deep-seated frustration with being threatened.

In that moment, he truly lost his composure, ultimately driving away his entire team before he even realized what he had done.

Upon realizing his mistake, he immediately dropped to his knees, pleading for help.

If he was going to grovel anyway, he might as well ask the one person who could deliver results far beyond those entitled, arrogant brats.

“Huhuhu! Should I let them trample on my authority and treat me with such disrespect? Am I the manager here, or are they?” the manager wailed, his voice tinged with the petulance of a wronged child as he continued to cry.

However, the young masters couldn’t bear to look at him. Not only did he appear ugly while crying, but the sight of his snot nearly reaching his lips was utterly repulsive. They found it impossible to watch any longer.

Seeing him in such a pitiful state after digging his own grave made Hera’s head throb. With a heavy sigh, she said, “Just call my manager and get her opinion. After all, she’s the one managing my schedule alongside my college classes.”

With Hera’s response, she effectively closed the door on negotiations.

She was confident that Betty would help her fend off the national team’s manager, as she already had a full schedule of collaborations lined up for her career.

Adding this situation to Betty’s workload would only complicate matters further.

In a way, Hera was using Betty as a shield, knowing that a direct refusal would be unhelpful in the moment.

Hera quickly retrieved Betty’s calling card from her bag, a precaution she had prepared for moments like this.

It proved to be quite useful. However, since she was in Dave’s arms, reaching out to the manager was a bit difficult.

Thankfully, the coach, regaining his composure, took the calling card from Hera’s hands and handed it to the manager, who had finally ceased his tears after hearing her words.

The manager sprang to his feet, quickly wiping his tears and snot with his sleeves. He hurriedly grabbed his phone and snatched the calling card from the coach’s hand, eager to act without wasting another moment.

Hera couldn’t help but smile mischievously, knowing exactly what kind of response Betty would have for him.

The manager switched the phone to speaker mode, but the wind and open space muffled the voice on the other end.

Despite the slight distortion, the surroundings were quiet enough for everyone to catch snippets of the conversation. Instinctively, they all leaned in closer, eager to hear what Betty had to say.

“Hello? Who is this?” Betty’s professional tone resonated clearly on the other end of the line.

“Yes, hello. Am I speaking with Betty Dwane, Miss Hera’s manager?” the national team’s manager inquired, his voice trembling with nervous anticipation. Having just finished crying, his tone came out hoarse, resembling a croak.

“Yes, speaking. What can I help you with?”

“Ah, hello, Miss Dwane. I’m the manager of the national race team…” He paused for a moment, and Betty remained silent, waiting for him to continue. Deep down, she expected him to ask if Hera could serve as their team’s model or ambassador, as that seemed the most likely reason for the manager’s call.

“Here’s the situation: I want Miss Hera to represent our team in both the national and international races!” However, the manager’s words jolted her from her chair in surprise.

“Wait, what?! Could you please repeat that?” Betty’s voice was filled with confusion, clearly audible from the other end.

“I apologize for not providing a clear explanation; I can see this has confused you. Let me send you a video to help clarify the situation,” the manager said, gesturing to the coach beside him to retrieve the footage using the tablet he was holding.

The coach quickly grasped the situation, fumbling with the tablet before taking the calling card back from the manager’s hand. He promptly sent a copy of the video to Betty’s phone.