The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 557

Chapter 557: Chapter 557 When Two Businesswomen Talks
“I’ll tutor you for free. No, I’ll even pay you to learn!” Liz said through gritted teeth, clearly frustrated that Hera was willing to let this opportunity slip away. “How does that sound?”

Hera chuckled at Liz’s offer.

She might be the only person ever willing to pay someone to teach them—it should be the other way around!

But Liz was so fired up that she didn’t even realize how ridiculous her proposal sounded.

“Liz, look, I do want to learn more, but…” Hera sighed. “I’m really busy. I just finished my classes, I had an audition earlier, and one of these days, I have another race to participate in. So, how am I supposed to find time to learn jewelry design from you when you’re busy too?” She explained helplessly.

“Don’t you have your own company? How can you possibly be so idle?”

“What are you talking about? If you have time, I’ll come to you myself and clear my schedule to teach you. I’ll bend over backward if I have to!” Liz’s reaction was extreme, and Hera had already noticed it. With a deep sigh, she decided to ask directly.

“And why would you even do that? Unless you have a proposal in mind that benefits you, why would you go this far?” Hera didn’t hold back in asking.

After all, they were both businesswomen. Even though Hera hadn’t yet taken charge of the Avery Consortium, she was still a business and finance major student, and she knew there was no such thing as a free lunch.

The more someone gives, the more they expect in return.

Aside from the selfless love of a parent or genuine affection, there was no such thing as giving without expecting something back.

“Ha ha ha, you got me,” Liz chuckled awkwardly from the other side, rubbing her head, feeling exposed after Hera saw through her intentions.

She felt bare, as if her thoughts were laid out for everyone to see.

Maybe it was her anxiety and eagerness that made her slip up. “Alright, well, considering the designs you sent me—like I said, they’re all unique and have the potential to win awards.”

“I want you to enter some competitions with them, build your brand, and make a name for yourself in the jewelry industry.”

“If I mentor you, I can also increase my value by associating my name with yours, and it would help my company too. Wouldn’t that be a great investment for me?”

“The more famous you become, the more your designs rack up awards and public recognition, the better my investment will be,” Liz explained openly.

“So, why would I worry about paying to teach you?” What she said was true.

Once Hera participated in a few competitions, her name would be out there.

One award could secure a directorial position in a well-established company, and a few more would be enough to make her a household name, allowing her to open her own studio and earn millions.

But what if that designer reaches even greater heights?

Would she still have to worry about clashing with big brands?

Of course not—even the top brands would have to respect her.

And right now, Hera needed reputation, connections, and real power—she’d need all of that to build a solid foundation for her family’s consortium when she eventually took over.

“Don’t overthink it, just accept, please?” Liz pleaded, her voice tinged with urgency.

She was worried about how to prove her worth to her father, and then, out of nowhere, a diamond had just landed in her lap—someone who could help her solve all her problems and elevate her family’s business to new heights simply by associating her name with Hera’s.

Why wouldn’t she want that?

Besides, if she could bring Hera into the jewelry industry, Hera’s popularity would naturally market the jewelry, and sales would skyrocket.

Not only would they save on marketing costs because of Hera’s fame, but with Hera’s racing winnings and connections in the entertainment world, Liz knew that Hera had the capital to start a small studio.

They could collaborate, and that partnership could truly transform their businesses.

As long as Hera was on their side, Liz knew the collaboration could secure her family’s future—essentially, she could thrive just by aligning herself with Hera.

Although it didn’t sound ideal and felt somewhat like Liz was trying to use Hera, in the business world, that’s often how things worked.

As Liz was contemplating this, Hera had already thought about it too.

She wasn’t lacking in capital or popularity.

Once her first movie was released, her reputation and connections would grow.

But as a businesswoman, she understood the importance of seizing every opportunity.

Since both of them stood to benefit, she didn’t see anything wrong with it. This realization led her into deep contemplation.

“I have two hours free now. Will you come?” Hera suddenly asked, catching Liz off guard.

For a moment, Liz was dazed, but then she snapped back to reality.

She quickly glanced at her wristwatch, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she realized what Hera had just said.

“Please send me your address, I’ll be there in 20!” Before Liz could even finish her words, she was already sprinting toward the elevator.

Her father, who had just left a shareholder’s meeting discussing quarterly sales—his mood already soured by the disappointing 2% sales decrease due to the new Bulgari and Cartier collections flooding the market—watched her run down the corridor.

He felt his frustration bubble up, as if he had finally found an outlet for his anger.

Ready to snap at her, he almost started nagging, telling her to stop following trends and focus on finding her own inspiration instead.

But before he could even say a word, Liz had already rushed past him, barely acknowledging his presence.

She looked both anxious and excited, as if something thrilling was about to happen.

“Is she holding in a big poop or something?” he muttered to himself, watching her retreating figure.

“Wait, no. She’s not heading to the restroom—her office has one. Argh! Damn it! She’s off to have some fun again!”

It wasn’t until he asked himself the question that he realized: his daughter was in a rush, not for anything urgent, but to chase after some adventure.

“This girl! How can I even consider passing the company to her when she’s this irresponsible?!” he thought, frustration mounting.

It was nearly the end of office hours, but that didn’t mean the workday was over.

In fact, he had planned to push his daughter to work overtime with him to come up with a solution for their current financial mess.

They were facing serious cash flow issues after investing heavily in a new batch of raw stones for their jewelry collection.

Meanwhile, their collaborators were demanding payment, and delaying it would only strain their relationships. He was truly in a tight spot.

His daughter was the only one who could inherit the company their family had built from the ground up.

His eldest son, a carefree playboy, was more interested in indulging himself than taking on any responsibility.

But his daughter—though she had picked up a few bad habits from her older brother—was talented in jewelry design, hardworking, and shrewd.

He felt more at ease thinking about passing the company to her.

The problem was her inconsistency.