The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 667

Chapter 667: Chapter 667 Being Her Model
After breakfast, they all made their way out together. Luke headed back to his unit to shower and prepare for work, while Rafael needed to return to his company to tackle the mountain of files that had piled up during his hospitalization.

Zhane, too, had to get back to the hospital for some complex surgeries.

As Luke stepped out of the elevator, it closed and began its descent. Just then, Zhane paused, as if remembering something important.

“Oh, by the way,” he began, “Bry’s uncle is doing well. He’s recovering and will start rehabilitation once his surgery wound has healed properly. Everything looks good on their side. Bry asked me to thank you for all your help—he couldn’t say it in person since he knows you’re busy, but he’s been keeping track of your appearances online.”

Zhane chuckled, recalling Bry’s pouty face.

Hera chuckled softly, a warm smile spreading across her face. “I’m so glad to hear that Bry’s doing well and that his uncle is on the mend. They must be overjoyed knowing he’ll be able to walk again.”

She looked at Zhane, her eyes sparkling with admiration, her gaze lingering on him as she thought of his incredible talent. “You truly have miracle-working hands, Zhane.”

“Not only walking, but he’ll even be able to ride horses again—the one thing he truly loves,” Zhane added with a confident smile, his words carrying a reassuring sense of certainty.

“As long as he follows the restrictions and gives his all during rehabilitation, I have no doubt he’ll be back in the saddle soon.”

There was something undeniably captivating about his confidence—it made him even more handsome.

Hera’s heart swelled with gratitude. “Thank you so much, Zhane!” She smiled brightly, her voice filled with sincerity.

“No need to thank me, it’s my job to help people as a doctor,” Zhane replied, his voice modest.

But deep inside, he couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through his chest. The compliment, coming from the one he loved, stirred something inside him—a blooming feeling that made his heart feel fuller, a sensation he hadn’t quite expected but was grateful for nonetheless.

As the elevator reached the ground floor, both Rafael and Zhane reluctantly stepped out, their cars parked in a separate lot outside since they weren’t residents of the building. With the elevator doors closing, Hera waved a brief goodbye to them, her hand lingering for a moment as they disappeared from view. The elevator descended to the basement, where her Bugatti La Voiture Noire awaited. Once the doors opened, Hera headed straight to her car, slipping inside before driving off with a quiet hum of the engine, the city stretching out ahead of her.

Ring…

“Hello?” Hera answered, the Bluetooth headphones comfortably nestled in her ear.

“Babe, where are you? We need to finish the dress fittings.”

“I’m on my way. By the way, how long is the fitting going to take?”

“Oh, just an hour, max. We’re kind of in a rush. I’m so happy you agreed to be my model this season! I’m practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, trying to make the most of this moment.” Athena’s voice practically squealed with joy.

“Of course! This is your first fashion show, and I’ll support you however I can.”

“I honestly thought you might not make it…” Athena teased, her tone light but hinting at a playful pout.

“That won’t happen. I was in Barcelona for a few days and missed some of your calls, but luckily, I was able to get the details about your upcoming fashion show. It gave me the motivation to wrap things up there as quickly as I could.”

The two best friends chatted briefly on the phone until Hera finally reached her destination.

Just as Athena had mentioned, the moment Hera arrived, she was immediately ushered inside by Athena’s assistant.

The atmosphere inside the building was buzzing with energy, as everyone rushed around like busy bees, carrying fabrics and coordinating last-minute details. Amid the flurry, Hera spotted Athena, who was balancing an armful of fabrics while expertly maneuvering in her high heels.

When Athena caught sight of Hera, she quickly passed the fabrics off to her assistant and practically dragged Hera toward the fitting room.

The dresses were already neatly arranged, waiting for Hera to slip into them. Without wasting a moment, Hera entered the fitting room, and one of the assistants followed her in to help with the intricate details of the dresses.

While some of the designs were a little complicated to put on, overall, the dresses were breathtaking — unique, stylish, and full of personality, just like Athena’s vision.

When Hera stepped out of the dressing room in the first dress, the room instantly erupted in applause.

The crowd’s clapping was not only a recognition of the hard work put into the dress but also an appreciation for how Hera completely owned it the moment she wore it.

She had effortlessly transformed the dress into her own statement.

However, as she stood there, the experienced eyes of the team quickly noted a few necessary adjustments — the bust size was a bit too small, and the waist was slightly too large, which disrupted the intended silhouette just a touch.

Despite the minor flaws, the dress still had an undeniable elegance, and the energy in the room remained electric.

Hera was about to change into the next dress when, to her surprise, Athena squeezed inside the fitting room, pushing the assistant out with a playful grin.

Athena immediately began helping Hera, adjusting the pins around her waist to ensure a better fit.

But, in reality, Athena wasn’t there to offer her expert assistance—because the assistant could have handled it just as easily.

No, Athena had other plans.

She had come into the fitting room for one very important reason: gossip. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Athena wasted no time, diving straight into the latest tidbits.

“So, I see your breast has grown a bit since I last saw you,” Athena teased, her eyes scanning Hera’s figure with a grin. “I can’t be imagining things, can I? I’ve made you clothes just a few weeks ago, and I remember your measurements well. Did your… ‘ six gardeners’ help with that?” She smirked playfully as she glanced at Hera’s cleavage, which was teasingly visible thanks to the deep plunging neckline of the dress.

“Has it been watered with love every night while I’ve been out of the loop?” Athena chuckled, clearly enjoying the tease.

Hera’s face flushed crimson, and she found herself choking on her saliva, unable to come up with a retort.

Athena’s laugh only made the situation worse, and Hera couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

Athena walked around Hera, giving her a once-over before adding with a mischievous grin, “Your waist has definitely slimmed down, and your skin feels so much softer. Is this what they call the ‘afterglow’ from… love?”

She continued to tease Hera, watching as her face flushed deeper with each word. Athena’s knowing smile only grew as she realized her suspicions were spot on.

Hera, embarrassed and unable to hide her reaction, made it all too clear that Athena had hit the nail on the head.