The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 553

Chapter 553: Chapter 553 Who’s The Bed Warmer?
And now, seeing Hera bring her creation to life, it felt as if a part of her soul was being revealed to the world.

Hera had not only understood her character—she had become her.

At that moment, the screenwriter knew that her creation was no longer just a story. It was something real, something the world would soon witness.

When everyone heard Hera’s reasoning, they fell into deep contemplation.

It was only natural for people to fear death, especially after witnessing their loved ones perish one after another, helplessly watching as their world crumbled before their eyes.

Yet, Hera’s perspective challenged that instinct, shifting the narrative from fear to defiance.

Looking at Hera and the screenwriter’s emotional reaction, they all felt as though her portrayal had struck a deeper chord.

Hera’s interpretation wasn’t just a performance—it was the very essence of what a female protagonist in an action-romance film should embody.

Her portrayal promised a heroine driven by grit, purpose, and a burning desire to honor the sacrifices of those she loved, rather than succumbing to despair.

This realization filled everyone with excitement. They couldn’t wait to see such a unique and compelling character brought to life on the big screen, and they eagerly anticipated how Hera’s performance would unfold in the final production.

The room buzzed with anticipation, as if they were already witnessing the makings of something truly extraordinary.

With that thought, the excitement to begin filming grew among the crew.

Everyone was caught up in their own reflections as Hera was escorted outside by the same female crew member who had initially brought her in.

Xavier remained behind, but Hera, unaware of the time, stepped out after spending over an hour and a half inside.

Between performing two scenes—one more than Alice—and engaging in a long conversation with Director Nick and the others, she hadn’t realized how much time had passed.

When she emerged, the waiting candidates were surprised. They had assumed Hera had already left unnoticed, as no announcement was made and the staff seemed too busy with discussions to send anyone home.

Seeing her now, many couldn’t believe she had spent twice as long inside the room as Alice had.

It was clear to everyone that something extraordinary had transpired during her time there.

Even Alice, upon seeing Hera step out, felt her fury rise to an almost uncontrollable level.

Her eyes burned with barely concealed anger, though she forced herself to maintain a composed expression.

Internally, she was seething, cursing Hera for what she perceived as an attempt to steal the role that she believed rightfully belonged to her.

To Alice, the heroine role was hers—undisputed and destined.

The mere thought of Hera, who seemed to constantly overshadow her and take what she felt was hers, was enough to ignite a vindictive desire within her.

Though she didn’t dare to act out openly, the simmering resentment made her yearn for an opportunity to lash out and put Hera in her place.

She despised it when things didn’t go her way—especially when she believed they were rightfully hers.

Her frustration festered, and with each passing day, her hatred for Hera grew more intense.

The bitterness consumed her thoughts, pushing her to darker places, until she began to entertain the idea of eliminating Hera entirely.

If Hera were gone, there would be no one left to obstruct her path, no one to challenge her claim to the spotlight.

The notion was chilling, yet in Alice’s twisted logic, it felt like the only way to reclaim what she believed was hers.

‘Don’t blame me for being ruthless,’ Alice thought, her eyes narrowing as they burned into Hera’s serene, beautiful face—a face that felt like a constant thorn in her side.

The mere sight of Hera was enough to ignite a fresh wave of resentment in Alice’s chest.

With all the candidates having completed their auditions and the director clearly set on his choice for the heroine, the group was dismissed and sent home.

As they exited, curiosity buzzed among the other candidates. Everyone wanted to ask Hera what had transpired during her extended time inside the audition room.

Why had she been there for so long? What had the discussion entailed?

Yet, with the crew diligently escorting them out, there was no opportunity for questions or chatter. Frustrated whispers and unspoken questions hung in the air as they departed.

The female crew member escorted the candidates to the building’s entrance, where the assistants and cars of the actresses waited.

Her lingering presence made it clear that no one could linger or cause a scene, leaving the candidates with little choice but to depart one by one.

Soon, the entrance cleared as they left, until only Hera and a few others remained, standing quietly and waiting for her ride.

Alice strode over to Hera, a sneer curling on her lips. “Tsk, Hera, no ride to pick you up?” she mocked, pausing as her eyes darted around the area.

Not spotting Xavier, she let out a chuckle, her voice dripping with malice. “After seducing so many men, not one of them is here to fetch you? How pathetic.”

Hera chose to ignore Alice completely, unwilling to waste her energy on petty provocations.

She was already drained, having poured her emotions and mental focus into her performance earlier.

Engaging with Alice would only prolong an unnecessary exchange—or perhaps, it wouldn’t even qualify as a conversation at all.

Alice’s words dripped with venom as she tried to provoke Hera, her voice thick with malicious satisfaction.

“What, did I hit a nerve? Are you just a pretty face, nothing more? They didn’t even pick you for the lead role, which only proves you’re just a cum dumster to them, right?”

She sneered, convinced that Hera was nothing but a fleeting distraction, a beauty who couldn’t captivate a man’s heart.

‘No man would turn away from a pretty face, but a beautiful face alone can’t keep their fickle hearts,’

Alice thought, bitterly believing that it took a woman with more cunning to truly hold their attention. Unlike Hera, who only played the virtuous card and was as dull as ever.

Alice sneered, her words dripping with mockery. “What, you want me to help you warm their beds? The more, the merrier,” she added, her voice laced with cruel amusement as she watched Hera’s every reaction.

Alice had always been confident in her ability to manipulate situations, especially in the way she charmed the male leads in the novel.

She would often feign resistance—saying things like, “No, we can’t do this,” or “This isn’t the right place,” only for those very words to dissolve into heated moments, with her eagerly straddling their waists in the end.

In contrast, Hera’s progress had been slower—just tender and not-so-tender touches, passionate kisses, and brief connections.

While Alice seemed to have no difficulty using her body to keep her men around, there was a stark irony in the dynamic between them.

Hera, on the other hand, wasn’t just about physicality; she was seeking emotional connections, trying to understand the male leads and open her heart, slowly dismantling her prejudices.

If anything, it was Alice who seemed to be the true “bed warmer” in their world, while Hera was building something deeper, more meaningful.