The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Chapter 75 Live Broadcast
Daisy approached Hera’s bed to retrieve the remote for the window curtains. As the curtains glided open, light filtered into the dimly lit room, revealing Hera’s silhouette to those present and to the audience tuning in to the live stream.

[AuntieNextDoor: Awww!!! Isn’t she beautiful!!!!!]

[HornyDog: I want to be her hotdog pillow!!!]

[PasserbyGod: She’s not working here as a maid??? What’s going on exactly???]

[ImNotAlexiFan: Isn’t it obvious? She might have paid the servants in that place to let her use it for a while, while the real owner is away…]

No one could refute that notion, especially considering that many shared the same thought. Given how much effort and work Hera had to put into maintaining her previous apartment, the sudden upgrade to this luxurious penthouse raised eyebrows. Despite her hard work, it seemed implausible that she could afford such a lavish lifestyle solely through her part-time job.

“Sister Hera, wake up…” Daisy gently shook Hera’s body, trying to rouse her from sleep. Instead of waking, Hera merely stirred, shifting to the other side of her big bed, momentarily blinded by the light streaming in through the window.

“Ugh! So bright…” Hera groaned, using her hotdog pillow as a makeshift shield against the light, yet still not opening her eyes.

The room was filled with the soothing scent of lavender, casting a refreshing and calming ambiance for everyone present.

Daisy persisted, continuing to shake Hera’s body until, after about five minutes, Hera groggily opened her eyes. Blinking away sleep, she stared at Daisy, who then took a step back, giving Hera some space as she slowly sat up.

As Hera’s blurry vision cleared, she suddenly snapped into awareness, her expression stunned. Her brain momentarily froze as she realized there was a camera pointed at her, capturing her asleep in her own bed.

She touched the corner of her lips, instinctively checking for any signs of drooling, but she remained momentarily stunned in place.

The audience watching the livestream couldn’t help but laugh at Hera’s bewildered expression as she checked for any drool, her messy hair adding to her adorable disarray. Despite her foggy eyes, her charm still shone through.

“What’s going on?” Hera finally asked, her voice still hoarse. The servant from earlier entered the room, offering Hera a glass of cold water.

“Young Miss, breakfast is served,” the servant announced. Hera nodded absent-mindedly, waiting for someone to answer her question.

With a guilty expression, Daisy responded, “Um, Sister Hera, there have been some minor changes to the show. Instead of going directly to the meeting place, the crew will be picking up the participants from their homes to film their sleeping faces. It’s part of giving the audience a sneak peek into their idols’ lives.”

As Daisy awkwardly explained, the crew nodded in agreement with her explanation.

Hera couldn’t help but massage her temples to ward off the impending headache. This was something she hadn’t anticipated. She thought the Variety Show would stick to the usual filming routine, where they’d simply meet the participants at the designated location.

So, there’s yet another subtle change in the storyline…

She had planned to lay low just yet, but this sudden change threw a wrench into her plans, making her feel like a sore thumb sticking out. She understood that this must have been Betty’s idea, deliberately keeping her in the dark about the filming changes.

‘Could she ask the director to cut her part from the show?’

She sighed in defeat, letting out a yawn as she stretched her limbs, as if unfazed by the crowd in her room. ‘They’ve already seen her sleep, so what else could she hide from them?’

The crew and audience were delighted to see Hera appearing unbothered by their sudden visit, yet little did she know that everything was being broadcasted live.

As Hera rose to retrieve some clothes from her boutique-like walk-in closet, the cameraman inadvertently captured its luxurious interior. Alongside his movement, the camera panned to Hera as she selected a set of gray sweatpants and a hoodie from among the array of designer clothes. Additionally, she opted for a pair of Nike Air Jordan Sneakers Ultra Platformed boots in black.

After Hera finished selecting her attire, she proceeded to the large bathroom through the connecting door to change and freshen up. Meanwhile, the cameraman, forgetting to request permission, ventured into the humongous walk-in closet to capture a better view of the assortment of lavish clothes and accessories adorning its shelves.

Stepping into Hera’s closet felt akin to entering a globally renowned luxury boutique. Nearly every prestigious brand had its designated cabinet, showcasing an array of meticulously arranged garments and accessories. Bags were neatly displayed within glass cabinets, while the center of the room boasted a glass showcase for an impressive collection of watches, bracelets, necklaces, and other accessories.

[Passerby1: This is not Hera’s, right?!!! Right?!!!!]

[Passerby2: Bro upstairs, don’t ask us, we also wanna know…]

[StylistPrincess: OMG!!! Is that the Graff Hallucination watch that is worth $55 million? You’re jesting me right?!!!!]

[Passerby1: @StylistPrincess you’re probably mistaken???]

[StylistPrincess: @Passerby1 I could never!!!! You can search for it on the internet if you want…]

[AuntieNextDoor: OH OH!!! Isn’t that the dress my little sister Hera wore at the Charity Auction the other day?!!!]

In the center of the room stood the exquisite blue dress Hera had worn at the Charity Auction, elegantly displayed on a mannequin. Hera, realizing she hadn’t yet discussed the dress’s fate with Athena, opted to leave it on display for the time being, captivated by its beauty and significance.

With each item discovered in Hera’s closet, it became increasingly evident that this was indeed her place. Whether it was a piece of clothing she had worn in a photo or a video shared online by others, each find added to the confirmation. Exploring her closet felt akin to a scavenger hunt, as they pieced together the puzzle of Hera’s life through the treasures hidden within.

But nothing made sense to them, other’s tried to snoop around but found nothing related to Hera aside from what they already knew. This new information created yet another trending topic in the internet. Creating three sides, one side believed that Hera found herself a wealthy sugar daddy, Another side speculated that Hera was a hidden wealthy heiress while the other side said that that penthouse was someone else’s living space but Hera was taking advantage of the absence of the real owner, using her things without permission.

Amidst the ongoing debate, Hera’s staunch supporters remained unwavering in their faith in her character, steadfastly defending her against the onslaught of accusations. Meanwhile, the subject of all this speculation emerged from the bathroom, dragging a large suitcase from a cabinet and making her way downstairs, seemingly oblivious to the online storm swirling around her.

Hera made a beeline for the dining table, anticipating a lengthy journey ahead. Sensing the need for sustenance, she called out to the other crew members, suggesting they grab a quick breakfast before departing for the meeting location. “Shall we all fuel up before we hit the road?” she proposed with a friendly smile.

Hannah, the chef, laid out a spread fit for royalty: freshly pan-fried French toast, fluffy pancakes, and perfectly folded omelet eggs accompanied by Hera’s beloved Ridiculous No. 55 butter. Completing the feast was a steaming bowl of seafood congee, brimming with plump clams and succulent shrimp.

Indulging in such a lavish breakfast was irresistible, especially for the crew who had only managed a meager piece of bread to stave off their hunger. Their mouths watered at the sight of the decadent spread, enticing them to take a seat at the dining table one by one. Amy, the attentive servant, inquired about their beverage preferences, ensuring each guest’s comfort. As always, she promptly prepared Hera’s favorite freshly squeezed juice, a familiar touch of home.

The cameraman, before taking a seat, made sure to find a suitable place to place his camera while the live stream was still on.

[AuntieNextDoor: Is that the same table as the one in my little sister Hera’s picture during lunch and dinner?]

[ArtisanMakerOfficial: Ridiculous No. 55 is still on the table… These crew members are such lucky dogs… Argh!!! They could have a taste of such expensive butter, while I couldn’t even get a teaspoon of it… (crying_emoji)]

[GoddessHera: Say… Is Goddess Hera really a hidden Heiress???]

[Doggy: Hahaha!!! If that really is the case, I’d see someone SHIT himself and use a few rolls of tissue… After all, someone cheated on Hera and probably got a fish eye after throwing a treasure… LOL LOL]