The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 76

Chapter 76: Chapter 76 Hera’s Target
After breakfast, Hera and the crew gathered in the lobby to prepare to drive to the meeting location to meet up with the other participants.

However, with five crew members accompanying the cameraman, not including the driver, the van quickly became crowded. They had only allocated space for Hera’s suitcase at the very back of the van, but now it was apparent that they didn’t have enough room for everyone and their equipment.

Additional equipment cluttered the van, leaving little space for passengers.

Their lackluster attempt at acting was painfully obvious. It was evident that they didn’t intend to let Hera sit in the van. This was actually the director’s scheme, as they aimed to get a glimpse into the participants’ lives by observing their surroundings and their houses. And what better way to have a sneak peek into their private lives than by seeing the cars they drove?

This development is poised to generate even more buzz for their program, particularly in Hera’s case. Initially, they might have expected one to three participants who have the most fan base to fit this bill, but they hadn’t anticipated that Hera would emerge as the most trending figure among them.

As the internet chatter about Hera’s penthouse continued to trend, it drew even more viewers to her livestream. However, as people learned about the situation, they formed their own groups based on their beliefs about Hera and her lifestyle in the lavish residence.

However, all this buzz was more than enough to meet the program’s targets, leaving the director happily monitoring the screens set up in the Television Production Truck, also known as the OB Van.

Hera didn’t get angry about their trick. Since they had already seen her penthouse and could imagine what the viewers were saying about her, she didn’t hold back anymore. She whispered to Daisy to call Cindy and get the key for the Pagani Codalunga.

Daisy, following Hera’s order, swiftly made her way back into the building to locate Cindy. By a stroke of luck, Cindy was nearby, wanting to send off her Young Miss, and she accompanied Daisy back to the penthouse to retrieve the car keys. Cindy also provided instructions on where to find them, ensuring they were readily accessible for any future needs.

After retrieving the key, Cindy led Daisy to Hera’s exclusive garage. Hera stood quietly at the entrance, leaving everyone to assume she was making arrangements for a taxi or attending to other matters. Then, to their surprise, a sleek matte mint pink Pagani Codalunga glided in, elegantly parking in front of the entrance.

As the neighborhood was renowned for its upscale residents, everyone watched in silence, curious to see who owned the impressive beast. The distinctive matte mint pink color hinted that the owner might not be a typical driver, sparking speculation among the onlookers that the owner could very well be a woman.

[CarEnthusiast: Woah woah!!!! There are only four more of such beast in the entire world!!!!!!]

[JustReading: I am just passing by but I got stuck in this livestream because everything I see is something I don’t see in my everyday life…. So SICK!!!]

[ImTheBeast: What a BEAST!!!]

Within just over an hour, Hera had already claimed yet another trending topic for herself, outshining the efforts of the other participant’s PR team for the Variety Show. Despite their attempts to create trending topics by utilizing paid promotion and a water army, Hera’s natural appeal continued to dominate the online conversations, leaving them in her shadow.

As Hera approached the car, Daisy emerged from the driver’s seat, holding out the key to Hera. She seemed prepared to return to the entrance to see Hera off.

However, Hera pivoted and addressed her with a gentle request, “Daisy, would you mind accompanying me to the meeting location and driving the car back to the garage?” Her voice carried a soft politeness, reflecting her considerate nature.

Upon hearing her first task from Hera, Daisy eagerly nodded. “Should I drive, or would you prefer to?”

“Since you’ll be driving back, I’ll take the wheel to the location to ensure you won’t be burned out,” Hera decided firmly.

While the viewers might not have caught Daisy’s response, Hera’s words rang clear through the lavalier microphone attached to the front of her hoodie, ensuring they didn’t miss a beat.

As a brief pause settled over Hera’s livestream, new viewers continued to flood in, drawn like bees to flowers. The Director couldn’t have asked for a better boost in viewer ratings, all thanks to Hera’s singular influence.

He couldn’t confirm the rumors suggesting that Hera paid off the other servants in the penthouse to stage a scenario for more viewers while the actual owner was absent. However, the fact that it significantly boosted his show’s visibility without requiring additional promotion or marketing was reason enough for him to appreciate her tactics.

Just like that, Hera’s team departed for the meeting location. The show has yet to let them know the location of this Variety Show or what kind of life they are going to live for the next seven days, some are already restless for the unknown and dreaded that they might get the worst living conditions for this time’s recording.

However, Hera paid little mind to these concerns. What did worry her was the fallout from the exposure to her newfound lifestyle. She could already envision the judgments and assumptions others would make about her situation, and the mere thought of it triggered a surging headache. She was well aware that this information could be weaponized against her in various ways.

She regulated her breathing and cleared her head, recalling Athena’s advice that overthinking wouldn’t necessarily help. With no foolproof plan in sight, she understood that all she could do was prepare and strategize for potential counterattacks.

As she trailed behind the van ahead of her, Hera’s mind churned with a lot of things but no one could discern what she was thinking or planning in that pretty head of hers.

After two hours of driving, Hera and the crew came to a halt at a muddy road that wound its way into the mountainous terrain. The muck was so deep that the tracks left by the truck’s tires measured three to four inches in depth

The other crews and participants had already gathered at the location, patiently waiting for Hera’s arrival. She was the last to reach the spot, having enjoyed a leisure breakfast at her penthouse.

As the group clustered near the entrance of the road, they couldn’t resist turning around to catch a glimpse of the new arrival. Among them were some unexpected familiar faces that Hera hadn’t anticipated seeing.

With a questioning arch of her eyebrows, Hera stepped out of the driver’s seat of her car. As the car door smoothly lifted upward, a sense of anticipation filled the air, particularly among the participants. The female artists, in particular, couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement, recognizing the rarity and unmistakable luxury of the vehicle that had just arrived.

Their minds raced, contemplating how to approach the newcomer and make a favorable impression. Each participant strategized, eager to establish a connection. However, amidst the bustling activity, one individual stood apart, seemingly unconcerned with the commotion. Leaning against a nearby tree, he remained silent, his demeanor inscrutable. It was unclear whether he rested with eyes closed or slumbered while standing.

His snow-white hair, reminiscent of white rabbit’s fur, shimmered under the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaf of the tree. Despite the chatter and bustle around him, his countenance remained tranquil, unaffected by the ceaseless activity.

His slightly tousled hair added a touch of effortless charm to his overall appearance, which exuded an undeniable sense of style. Clad in a simple yet sleek ensemble consisting of a black long-sleeve gym hoodie, paired with black gym shorts layered over black leggings, and complemented by black Adidas dropset trainer shoes, he emanated an aura of understated sophistication.

His ensemble served as a perfect backdrop to accentuate the contrast of his snow-white hair and fair complexion.

Almost everyone followed Hera’s line of sight and there, Xavier Montague, dozing off while standing. He bore the prestigious crown of the best actor, reigning both domestically and internationally.

Xavier Montague—the fifth male lead in the novel that is currently Hera’s target—was now within her sights.