The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 581

Chapter 581: Chapter 581 Alice’s Talent
“I’ll have this, this, and this…” Emily continued to point at the menu, her sneer aimed directly at Hera.

She hoped to provoke Hera into panicking, to see if she would try to stop her from ordering too much, knowing she wouldn’t be able to cover the bill.

Or perhaps, she thought, Hera might be too embarrassed to let Xavier pay for such a lavish meal.

After all, even if Xavier treated her well, would he really be willing to spend thousands of dollars on a single meal?

Probably not—Xavier worked tirelessly for his money, enduring sleepless nights and long filming hours.

Emily was eager to see Hera squirm, and the more she ordered, the more excited she became.

But instead of Hera or Xavier reacting, it was the other actors who began to sweat nervously.

They had caught a glimpse of the prices, and the amounts Emily was pointing at were enough to make them realize it would take months of grueling work to earn that kind of money.

By the time Emily finished, everyone’s faces had drained of color.

Stealing nervous glances at Xavier and Hera, they found the pair calmly sipping their tea, as if they hadn’t noticed or heard a thing.

Zen, unlike Hera, wasn’t one to hold his tongue.

Zen, unlike Hera, wasn’t known for his patience.

His irritation flared as he turned to Emily, a sneer tugging at his lips.

“Hmph! Some people really have no shame. They weren’t even invited, yet here they are, barging into our lunch and acting like they’re the ones hosting. Tsk, tsk! The audacity.” Zen clicked his tongue in annoyance, glaring directly at Emily, Alice, and Wesley.

He wasn’t even bothering to be subtle anymore.

Not only had Alice, Emily, and Wesley constantly targeted them with their nonsense, but now they had followed them in, trying to experience the luxury of the place while stirring up trouble for Hera’s group.

Zen Ainsley wouldn’t be himself without his fiery temper.

If Emily wanted to make things difficult for Hera, she couldn’t expect him to stay polite.

“You’re just like a dog—barking loudly but with no real bite. It’s obvious you’re out of your depth here, pretending to act classy when you have none.”

“You’ve clearly never been in a place like this before, have you? Just picking dishes based on their price instead of actually knowing what you’re ordering…”

Before he could continue his tirade, he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve.

He glanced down and saw Hera looking up at him with a familiar expression—one that silently urged him to rein himself in.

Hera gestured for Zen to lean closer, and without hesitation, he obliged.

As she whispered softly into his ear, the irritation on his face gradually melted away, replaced by a bright smile.

By the time she finished, Zen straightened in his seat, his demeanor completely transformed.

With a newfound calmness, he picked up the menu and began browsing it intently, no longer sparing a glance in Emily’s direction.

With no one stopping her, Emily doubled down, pointing to even more dishes on the menu.

Still fuming from Zen’s earlier comments, she redirected her frustration into ordering extravagantly.

Her plan was clear—she wanted Hera to panic when the bill arrived, especially if Xavier decided to leave her to face it alone.

To add fuel to the fire, she urged Alice and Wesley to join in.

Alice, feigning reluctance, hesitated before adding a few more items, acting as though she was being forced.

Wesley, on the other hand, wore a smug grin as he casually selected dishes.

Meanwhile, the other actors and actresses sat stiffly, barely daring to breathe, let alone glance at the menu.

Watching Emily’s group pile on more and more orders, they couldn’t help but dread the moment when the table would be buried under an avalanche of dishes.

After everyone had finished ordering, the manager left to relay the orders to the kitchen.

Hera’s group hadn’t needed to select anything—the kitchen had already begun preparing her usual order the moment she arrived.

It wasn’t long before the Golden Dragon Pavilion’s signature dishes began arriving, one after another, carefully arranged on the table.

However, as the platters were placed, the division at the table became glaringly obvious.

Most of the exquisite dishes were set closer to Hera’s side, leaving Emily’s side conspicuously bare.

The stark contrast was impossible to ignore, and Emily’s face turned livid, her expression darkening with every passing second.

“What is the meaning of this?” Emily’s furious voice echoed through the open pavilion, her sharp tone cutting through the air.

The manager, however, remained composed and unbothered, her polite smile unwavering.

“I do apologize, Miss,” the manager began smoothly, her tone dripping with professional courtesy.

“The dishes you ordered have not yet arrived. These are the items typically prepared for Young Miss Hera and her guests. Please be patient—your selections will be served shortly.”

Without giving Emily another glance, the manager turned away, leaving her to fume.

This calculated indifference wasn’t accidental; the manager had overheard snippets of Emily’s earlier provocations and was well aware of her disruptive intentions.

If Emily wanted to make trouble for Hera, the manager saw no harm in subtly reminding her whose turf she was on.

With no outlet for her growing anger, Emily’s gaze shifted to the dishes in front of Hera.

She scrutinized them intently, noting that many weren’t even listed on the menu, and the few she recognized had no prices displayed.

A sinking feeling began to creep into her thoughts.

Unbeknownst to her, the dishes she had chosen were considered the least expensive options on the menu.

These items still had their prices listed—a clear indication they were designed for bronze and silver members.

The truly exclusive, high-end dishes—those without any prices displayed—were reserved for gold members and above.

These selections catered to individuals so wealthy they could order without a second thought about the cost.

Emily remained oblivious to this distinction, her irritation mounting as she failed to comprehend the unspoken rules of the Golden Dragon Pavilion’s elite offerings.

“Hera, don’t tell me you conspired with the staff to single us out just because Emily spoke out earlier,” Alice’s pitifully soft voice cut through the tense silence in the room.

The accusation hung in the air, thick with hostility.

No one had started eating yet.

Xavier, unfazed by the brewing conflict, was calmly arranging Hera’s utensils with a practiced ease, his focus entirely on her.

Zen, on the other hand, seemed uninterested, his head lowered as he casually scrolled through his phone.

Meanwhile, the other actors sat stiffly, desperately trying to blend into the background.

They avoided eye contact, clearly unwilling to get caught in the crossfire between the two factions.

After hearing Alice’s accusation, Zen, who had been idly scrolling through his phone, suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp and unfriendly.

Just as he was about to speak, Hera’s cold chuckle broke the tension.

“Miss Quinn, you truly have a talent for spinning nonsense, don’t you?” Hera said, her tone cutting and calm.

She leaned back slightly, her eyes narrowing as they fixed on Alice. “Tell me, have you seen me speak with the staff? Or perhaps you’ve caught me playing with my phone just now?”