The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 637

Chapter 637: Chapter 637 Disguise
Leo expertly landed the helicopter back at the hotel, and the group made their way inside the presidential suite.

Hera went straight to her room to change into something simpler. She emerged in a modest white shirt and a pencil skirt, but even in the most basic of outfits, her hourglass curves commanded attention.

The four men couldn’t help but look, biting their lips, torn between their growing desire and the awareness that her outfit would undoubtedly turn heads wherever she went.

Dave, sensing the growing tension, stepped out for a moment. When he returned, he was holding a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Hera slipped them on, and the thick frames obscured most of her eyes, giving her a mysterious, like a firefly with big eyes.

Xavier moved closer, and before Hera could react, he handed her a set of fake bangs in the exact shade of her hair, she didn’t even know where he got those fake bands from.

With quick hands, he helped her put them on, covering most of her face—but it still wasn’t enough.

“How about some freckles?” Luke suggested, pulling out a ballpoint pen as he stepped toward Hera.

Hera, her eyes widening in horror, quickly took a step back. “Wait! Wait!” she exclaimed, her hand raised to stop him. “What are you planning to do?”

“We need to disguise you so you can blend in, not stand out,” Luke explained, unfazed, continuing to advance.

Hera panicked, shaking her head. “At least use an eyebrow pencil!” she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. The thought of having a ballpoint pen used on her face was too much for her as she was afraid that this might cause a breakout on her skin.

Luke tilted his head, clearly confused.

He didn’t know what an eyebrow pencil was, nor where to get one.

Before he could ask, Hera was already on the move. Remembering that her bodyguard had bought a bunch of supplies for her, she scrambled around and grabbed the paper bag.

Dumping the contents onto the table, she spotted a newly purchased brown and black eyebrow pencil.

She grabbed the brown one, hoping it would make the freckles look more natural.

Hera dashed to the mirror and started applying it hastily, nearly covering her whole face with the pencil mark.

When she finally emerged, the group stared at her in silence, unsure if she was trying to create freckles or if she was trying to emulate pimple marks.

The four of them burst into laughter, with Dave laughing the hardest.

He clutched his stomach, struggling to keep himself upright as he looked at Hera, who stood there, her expression a mix of frustration and embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, we said we wanted to draw freckles, not pimple marks. Hell, it even looks like potholes,” Dave teased, but before he could continue, Xavier smacked him on the back of his head.

Dave immediately choked on his own saliva, gasping for air as he coughed loudly.

“Serves you right,” Xavier said, rolling his eyes with a smirk.

Leo stepped forward, holding a large blazer in his hands. He helped Hera slip it on, carefully buttoning it up to cover her curves.

However, with the oversized blazer and the buttoned-up fit, her proportions were hidden in a way that made her look more bulky than curvy.

The four men nodded in agreement, now satisfied with her appearance. Hera then tied her hair into a low, tight bun, completing the look.

She now resembled a modest office worker, the kind no one would give a second glance.

With her head lowered, she could walk among the crowd, blending seamlessly into the background.

Hera even adopted a meek and unconfident demeanor, so convincingly that even Luke, Leo, Xavier, and Dave struggled to recognize her.

If they hadn’t been the ones to help with her transformation, they would never have guessed it was Hera.

Her once-confident presence was now replaced by an unassuming air, making her almost unnoticeable.

Since Xavier had nothing else to do, he decided to accompany Hera, but that meant he needed a disguise too.

The others jumped into action, helping him choose an outfit.

Dave handed Xavier a pair of black-rimmed glasses, while Luke pulled out a faded, ill-fitting gray suit and worn-out shoes.

Leo, not wanting to be left out, grabbed some wax and oil.

It was clear they were having fun, turning Xavier from a handsome man into a man who looked more like he belonged on the street than in an office.

Hera sat at the edge of the bed, watching them with an amused giggle, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

After Xavier changed into the clothes in the bathroom, it became clear just how ill-fitting Luke’s choice was.

The suit was not only faded and worn, but it was far too big for Xavier, making him look scrawny and malnourished.

His black shoes, nearly gray from wear, were scuffed and scratched, with a hole worn through the soles.

The heels on the right shoe were so battered that it leaned to the side, making walking a struggle.

Xavier could barely keep his balance, worried he’d sprain his ankle if he tried to run.

To make matters worse, his severe mysophobia was kicking in.

Every fiber of his being screamed to rip off the suit and throw the shoes away. It felt as if his skin was crawling with bugs, and his body was covered in goosebumps.

But he remained silent, his lips tightly pressed together, unwilling to show his discomfort.

Leo didn’t hold back either. He grabbed the wax and rubbed it between his palms before diving into Xavier’s hair.

With a few rough movements, he transformed Xavier’s neat hair into a tangled mess, resembling a bird’s nest.

But Leo wasn’t finished yet.

Next, he smeared some oil in his palms and ran it through Xavier’s hair, making it look greasy, as if he hadn’t seen a shower in days.

The combination of wax and oil made Xavier’s hair appear sticky and grimy, completing the disheveled, unkempt look.

“Seriously, are you guys trying to make me look like an office worker or a homeless man?” Xavier grimaced as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Disgust was etched across his face, and his eyes blazed with frustration as he shot a glare at the three mischievous men beside him. “I don’t even look like someone who works in a corporate office…”

Dave shrugged, a smug grin on his face. “Well, you can blame your good genes for that. If we’d been more subtle with the disguise, your good looks would’ve still slipped through.” He placed his hands on his hips, standing tall and looking as if he’d just accomplished some grand feat.

“You just wanted an excuse to mess with me,” Xavier shot back, his glare directed squarely at Dave.

“Hey, why are you taking it out on me?” Dave shrugged, feigning innocence.

“All I did was give you a pair of nerdy glasses. If you’re looking for someone to blame, take it up with these two. They’re the ones who really had fun with the whole thing…”

Dave pointed at Luke and Leo, who, despite his accusation, simply smiled with exaggerated innocence, looking like two mischievous angels.

“If I hadn’t given you the suit and shoes, your physique would’ve been way too obvious. You’re already tall enough to stick out in a crowd like a sore thumb,” Luke explained, his tone matter-of-fact. “Hiding just your face wouldn’t cut it—you’re a total chick magnet.”

Xavier’s eyes narrowed in frustration as he stared at Luke. “Where the hell did you even get this stuff?” he snapped.