The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 719

Chapter 719: Chapter 719 Serves You Right?
As an experienced businessman, he had encountered all kinds of schemers throughout his career, and it was easy for him to recognize Alice’s type. And he wasn’t the only one—many of the others who had remained silent up until now were thinking the same thing.

Earlier, when Alice was fabricating lies to humiliate Hera, the most experienced individuals in the business world chose to remain silent. They understood that appearances could be deceiving and that there are always two sides to every story.

Only the younger ones fell into Alice’s trap, quickly condemning Hera without a second thought.

It was true that such transactions occurred in the entertainment industry—where some artists sought favors by offering themselves to investors or directors in exchange for opportunities.

However, not everyone engaged in these kinds of deals. Many established businessmen understood the value of hard-earned money and the consequences of reckless indulgence.

Maintaining a mistress wasn’t just a moral issue; it could disrupt their peaceful families and cripple them financially. Contrary to popular belief, not all businessmen could afford to lavishly spend on affairs without feeling the strain.

Perhaps the five powerful men surrounding Hera wouldn’t feel the burden of extravagant spending, given their immense wealth, but for the majority, money wasn’t limitless.

Of course, people with this level of discipline and financial awareness were rare. Most of them had started from the bottom and worked their way to the top, which kept them grounded in frugality and careful with their financial planning—unlike second-generation heirs like Brother Lei, who had never experienced true hardship.

However, not everyone who rose from nothing maintained this mindset. Some, once exposed to wealth and luxury, changed for the worse, indulging in excess and reckless behavior. These individuals were the true parasites of society—the ones who eagerly engaged in the very transactions Alice had described.

Human nature couldn’t be measured solely by success; people with questionable morals existed at every level of society. Even in poverty, such individuals found ways to indulge in vice or commit crimes—they simply adapted their methods to their circumstances.

Now that one older businessman had spoken up, the others followed suit, openly reprimanding Alice without concern for whether she felt humiliated, angry, or tearful.

After all, she had carelessly smeared their reputations, and they weren’t about to let it slide. They had attended this banquet to build connections and expand their businesses, but Alice’s reckless words could cast doubt on their integrity.

If their potential business partners started to believe they were the type of men who indulged in such questionable dealings, it could damage their credibility and even jeopardize future collaborations.

Unable to withstand the overwhelming mockery, sneers, reprimands, and contempt directed at her, Alice couldn’t help but flee in whatever direction her legs would take her.

With her head bowed and tears streaming uncontrollably down her face, she ran aimlessly, desperate to escape.

However, just as the crowd was about to corner her, demanding an apology and an explanation, the arrival of the medics momentarily shifted everyone’s attention.

A doctor stepped forward briskly, scanning the room.

“Where’s the injured person?” he asked, his voice cutting through the tension.

Everyone immediately forgot about Alice as they stepped aside to make way for the medics.

From the sidelines, Athena smirked as she watched Alice’s retreating figure disappear onto the balcony. ‘Serves you right!’ she thought, swirling the champagne in her glass before taking a slow, satisfied sip.

Meanwhile, the medics wasted no time. The moment they spotted Brother Lei, who stood frozen in place with a streak of blood trailing from his eyes, they rushed forward.

One of them swiftly opened a medical kit while another gently guided Brother Lei to sit down, preparing to examine the extent of his injury.

One of the medics took out a small flashlight and spoke in a calm yet firm tone. “Can you try opening your eyes? We need to assess the extent of your injury and provide some first aid to prevent infection before transporting you to the hospital.”

Brother Lei nodded hesitantly, but the moment he attempted to open his eyes, a sharp, searing pain shot through him. “Fuck! It hurts!” he cried out, nearly doubling over in agony.

The medics exchanged a quick, knowing glance. In that brief moment, they had caught a glimpse of his injury—and what they saw made them gasp. Brother Lei had jabbed his eye so hard that he had likely scratched his cornea.

“Quick! Get him to the hospital!” one of the medics ordered, his voice urgent but steady. Despite the rush, the team remained composed as they carefully guided Brother Lei onto the stretcher. Without wasting another second, they swiftly carried him out of the banquet hall.

As the doors swung shut behind them, the room buzzed with hushed murmurs. Everyone present understood one thing—Brother Lei’s condition was serious, and there was no telling if he would fully recover.

But one thing was certain: once he was out of the hospital, he would undoubtedly seek revenge against Alice.

Hera, who had long since reached the second floor, observed as the commotion downstairs gradually settled.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you sit down for a bit? Your feet must be aching from standing too long in those high heels.” Dave’s voice was gentle yet firm as he reached for her hand, guiding her away from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He didn’t want her wasting any more time on those people—what was happening to them now was of their own making. There was no need for Hera to concern herself with their mess, nor did he want her to dirty her eyes with the sight of them.

Though his anger still simmered beneath the surface, he held it back, unwilling to let it affect Hera’s mood any further.

With Dave’s gentle urging, Hera settled onto the plush sofa beside the floor-to-ceiling window. Without a word, Dave crouched down in front of her, carefully lifting the hem of her dress until it reached her knees and placing it on her lap.

“Sweetheart, could you hold this for a bit?” he asked.

Hera, a little absentminded, did as she was told. Dave flashed her a wide grin. “Good girl.”

Then, with deliberate care, he slipped off her heels and rested her feet on his knees before beginning to massage them, his touch firm yet soothing.

Rafael, noticing what Dave was doing, felt the urge to join in. He enjoyed the feeling of Hera’s small, soft feet in his hands, and the memory of the first time he had massaged them flashed through his mind—how just touching her then had stirred something in him and gave him a hard on. A slow smile spread across his face at the thought.

Without hesitation, he knelt before Hera, intending to take one of her feet in his hands, only for Dave to brush him off immediately.

“No need, no need. I can handle this on my own,” Dave said, waving Rafael away with a smirk.

After watching his friends interact with Hera, Dave realized just how difficult it was to have a moment alone with her. Everyone seized every opportunity to be close to her, each vying to serve and dote on her in their own way. Even in something as simple as this, he had fierce competition.