The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 630

Chapter 630: Chapter 630 When Hera Retorts
Leo, in contrast, wore a more refined look. He sported a gray shirt beneath a sleek black vest that accentuated his narrow waist and wide shoulders.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and were held in place by a sleeve garter that only showed off his stong biceps, and a silvery gray necktie hung loosely around his neck.

His gray slacks, tailored to perfection, highlighted his long legs, and he completed the look with polished black leather shoes. He looked every bit the young billionaire—refined, effortlessly elegant.

As Hera took in the sight of the four of them, her eyes sparkled. Each of them had a unique style that perfectly showcased their individual strength and handsomeness.

The earlier antics with Dave and Xavier seemed a distant memory in that moment.

Hera, like the others, radiated beauty and elegance. She wore a cream-colored sleeveless dress that reached just midway her thighs.

Though it appeared to be a dress, it was actually designed with shorts underneath, ensuring she stayed comfortable while traveling.

A slim white belt cinched at her waist, accentuating the curves of her hourglass figure.

She kept her accessories simple yet striking, wearing only a pair of pearl earrings.

Her footwear—light pink Cesare Paciotti high heels—featuring its iconic sword-like heels, their red-patterned undersoles adding a bold contrast to her otherwise understated look.

The heels not only complemented her dress but made her outfit effortlessly eye-catching.

To shield her face from the sun, she wore a medium-sized sun hat, which added a touch of mystery while still revealing just enough of her features as they strolled around.

When Hera emerged, the four men waiting for her on the sofa immediately turned their attention to her, their gazes filled with appreciation. They nodded in silent acknowledgment.

Though she wore a simple cream dress, it didn’t seem plain or dull. Instead, it perfectly highlighted her natural elegance and grace.

The dress seemed to fade into the background, drawing focus to her overall charm and radiant presence.

With every step, her aura exuded the grace of an aristocratic lady, captivating everyone around her.

Leo smiled warmly at Hera as he approached, extending his arm for her to take in a gentlemanly gesture, offering to escort her.

The other three men followed suit, positioning themselves just behind him. As Hera linked her arm with Leo’s, they left the presidential suite together.

However, instead of heading to the hotel restaurant for breakfast as initially planned, they made their way to a waiting Rolls Royce Phantom.

Their destination was Billy Brunch Headquarters, promising a unique breakfast experience.

The venue boasted an alfresco area, perfect for tourists to enjoy the scenic beauty of Barcelona while soaking in the local ambiance and listening to the soft murmur of the locals speaking in their native language.

Upon their arrival, all eyes turned to them. The other customers couldn’t help but notice their striking presence—each man exuding an aura of wealth and sophistication.

It was as though a group of movie stars had walked into the place, each with their own unique allure and undeniable charm.

The girls in the crowd all inhaled sharply, their eyes following Leo, Luke, Xavier, and Dave as they walked past, clearly enjoying the sight of the handsome men in front of them.

“Woah! Are they action stars or something? Who’s that girl with them?”

“She’s surrounded by all those good-looking guys. Do you think she’s an escort or a gold digger trying to climb the social ladder? I mean, those men look like they’re from wealthy families.”

“I think you’re right. Isn’t there a trend now where young girls live beyond their means to attract rich men? They become sugar babies to move up socially.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard about that too. Some of them are influencers on social media, while others treat it like a full-on profession.”

“Woah! I just learned about that profession. Honestly, those who manage to climb the social ladder are all so stunning. Look at her—she’s absolutely breathtaking. Do you think she’s had surgery?”

The local women continued their murmurs as Hera and the others walked by, speaking in their native language.

They assumed no one in the group would understand, as they clearly didn’t look like they were from the area. Feeling free to speak without restraint, they voiced their thoughts openly.

However, as Hera, Leo, Luke, Dave, and Xavier passed by, their words didn’t go unnoticed.

Dave’s expression darkened instantly, and the other men stiffened, their faces reflecting similar discomfort.

After all, each of them had been raised to eventually take on the role of heir to their respective families, making it essential for them to learn multiple languages.

This allowed them to easily understand the conversations happening around them. However, before they could respond,

Hera came to a sudden halt, her gaze locking with the woman who seemed to have the loudest voice in the conversation.

The woman’s eyes were fixed on Hera with an air of condescension.

“I never imagined that walking with wealthy men and looking gorgeous would make me a social climber or a gold digger,” Hera replied sharply, her voice laced with disdain.

“Can’t I just be a wealthy heiress, keeping lovers around while burning through my money?”

Her words were cold and taunting, her chin lifted defiantly as she locked eyes with the woman, who appeared a few years older and slightly more affluent than the rest, dressed head to toe in branded clothing.

She had judged Hera as a social climber simply because Hera was wearing simple clothes, with the exception of her shoes, which were the only recognizable brand.

However, what the woman didn’t realize was that the dress Hera wore was a tailor-made piece, far more expensive and of higher quality than the branded clothes the woman herself was wearing.

The women around them were stunned when they heard Hera speak their native language with such ease, as if she were a local.

Up until that moment, they had spoken arrogantly, assuming no one could understand their words and that they would remain unchallenged.

But Hera’s sharp retort hit them like a slap to the face.

Her casual mention of keeping all these handsome men as her lovers while “burning money” only made the sting worse, leaving them speechless.

Even Luke, Dave, and Xavier were taken aback by Hera’s fluency. Her tone, pronunciation, and the accent in her voice made it clear she was speaking like a native.

None of them had ever imagined that Hera was bilingual.

But Leo simply chuckled, amused, as he gently guided Hera inside the breakfast place, ignoring the women around him.

His actions, treating Hera with the devotion of a loving husband, only added weight to her earlier words.

As he served her, it became evident that what Hera had said was no exaggeration—she truly seemed to be the one in control, keeping all four men as her lovers.

Hera paused for a moment, as if recalling something, before glancing back with a playful smirk.

“Oh, and by the way,” she said, her voice smooth, “I never went under the table. I’m afraid of ruining the treasure my parents gifted me.”

She flashed a radiant smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners like a mischievous fox, clearly enjoying the effect of her words.