The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 676
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Chapter 676: Chapter 676 Slapping With Style
The key difference between the Golden Dragon Pavilion and this establishment was their approach to information exchange. In the Golden Dragon Pavilion, high-tier members could purchase intel to aid their businesses. However, in this establishment, they had the advantage of directly networking with high-ranking individuals.
Here, members could freely share intelligence without fear of leaks, as the establishment was renowned for its strict privacy and confidentiality policies. Patrons felt at ease, believing their information was secure.
However, what outsiders didn’t realize was that the establishment secretly collected and compiled all the highly classified information shared within its walls, adding it to its own growing repository of intelligence.
Unlike the Golden Dragon Pavilion, this new establishment discreetly gathered intelligence from its patrons without their knowledge. The Golden Dragon Pavilion, on the other hand, had no need for such tactics.
As a long-standing institution, it had already earned a solid reputation, having been tested and proven reliable over the years. Many within elite circles had availed themselves of its services, further cementing its credibility.
Yet, despite being a newcomer, the rival establishment was holding its own against the Golden Dragon Pavilion. Its ability to thrive in such a competitive space was a testament to the power and influence of the mastermind behind it—someone clearly not to be underestimated.
When everyone’s eyes turned to the manager, some already anticipated what was coming and grew even more intrigued. They discreetly glanced at Hera and Athena, trying to determine which prominent family these heiresses belonged to.
Without even seeing the card inside the case, they were certain it couldn’t be anything lower than diamond—proof that these girls hailed from the upper class’s aristocratic families. Some were already scheming, considering potential matches between their sons and the two young women.
The manager stepped closer to Hera and offered her a respectful bow, completely oblivious to his own disheveled appearance. His sole focus was on presenting the card with the utmost care to their esteemed VIP.
Supporting the leather case with his left arm, he carefully angled it toward Hera before slowly opening it. Inside the cushioned casing lay a dazzling, rainbow-colored card that shimmered brilliantly under the chandelier’s light.
Those close enough to see the contents of the case were left in stunned silence, their eyes widening and mouths agape—wide enough to fit an entire duck egg.
Though they desperately wanted to ask what kind of card it was, many had already drawn their own conclusions. It had to be a limited, exclusive card reserved only for the most esteemed individuals or influential families.
And yet, here it was, being presented to Hera—a young girl barely half their age—treated with more prestige than they could ever hope for.
A wave of relief washed over those who had wisely held their tongues earlier, realizing they had narrowly avoided offending a sleeping dragon.
The same couldn’t be said for the two clueless women who had taunted Hera, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation unfolding before them.
“What the hell is that? It doesn’t look like a platinum card—it’s different from the one Zen is holding. Is that a diamond card?” Emily asked skeptically. Her voice was neither loud nor soft, carrying a tone of feigned curiosity.
However, the underlying implication was clear: ‘Was that man her sugar daddy? Was he helping Hera save face by presenting this card and making such a big deal out of it?’
She nearly rolled her eyes at the absurdity of the thought, but for some reason, the weight of the surrounding gazes felt unnervingly sharp, almost as if she was being silently warned.
Swallowing her irritation, she held back her reaction and instead fixed her stare on Hera, waiting for an explanation.
Hera didn’t even need to say a word. The manager, having been briefly informed by his staff about a situation involving their VIP and some guests, immediately took charge.
As someone experienced in managing a high-profile networking hub, he didn’t need a detailed explanation to grasp the situation.
The tense atmosphere spoke volumes, as did the sharp contrast in the expressions of the two women behind him.
One wore her arrogance openly, her mockery barely concealed, while the other was more cunning—hiding her fangs beneath a veil of innocence and a pitiful expression.
“I’m sorry if this situation seems a little confusing,” the manager began, his tone polite yet authoritative. “I am the manager of this establishment, responsible for processing VIP membership cards for higher-tier members, such as platinum and diamond.”
“However, this particular card is an exclusive Rainbow Tier, issued to only five individuals. It currently holds a balance of $1,000,000,000.”
He then turned back to Hera with a respectful smile. “Ma’am, please check your card to ensure all the information is correct. If there are any issues, do let us know, and we will address them immediately.”
Hera returned the manager’s smile before gently taking the card in her hand. Around her, the onlookers—including Emily and Alice—stood frozen in shock, their minds reeling from the staggering balance they had just heard.
As Hera examined the card, she noticed the name elegantly inscribed in cursive: “Hera Avery.” Her eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise, and she cast a questioning look at the manager. However, he simply responded with a knowing, pursed smile and a subtle nod.
That was all the confirmation she needed. They knew her real identity. And the fact that he didn’t offer an explanation meant one thing—he understood she was keeping a low profile.
Hera didn’t press further. The only logical conclusions were that either this new establishment operated under the Avery banner or its owner was someone who knew of her.
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Who that owner was… well, that was something she would have to uncover another time.
Just as Hera received her card, Athena’s platinum card was also prepared—identical to Zen’s. With a smug grin, Athena turned to Emily, her eyes gleaming with taunting amusement. She didn’t need to say a single word; the mere fact that she outranked Emily by an entire tier was already a devastating blow.
Everything Emily had said earlier had been proven wrong, exposing her blatant attempt at slander. The realization spread quickly among the onlookers, and the atmosphere shifted. Disgust and disdain filled their gazes as they turned toward Emily and Alice, their judgment clear.
Alice instinctively shrank behind Emily, while Emily, feeling the weight of humiliation, lowered her head, her shoulders stiff with embarrassment.
They both wanted to retreat to the safety of their private room, but just as they turned to leave, Hera’s voice cut through the air.
“Wait.”
Emily and Alice froze mid-step, a shiver running down their spines. A prickling sensation crawled over their skin as their thoughts raced—what was Hera about to do?
But her next words made their expressions darken further, while Zen erupted into laughter.
“I heard I can get a supplementary card. What kind of supplementary card could I have?”
The manager, still holding the case, smiled. Without setting it down, he simply lifted the first cushion inside, revealing another hidden layer beneath it.
There, nestled in the velvet lining, were two additional cards—not Rainbow Tier, but Diamond Tier. Even so, their significance was undeniable.
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