The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 792

Chapter 792: Chapter 792 Larry’s Compensation
This was the small reward Larry Wickman had prepared for Liz and her family. After all, he knew his own value. Any businessman who saw him on stage with Liz would undoubtedly try to get close to her and her family, eager to forge a connection with him.

Those seeking his legal expertise would see this as an opportunity to align themselves with her, hoping that, with the right approach, they might even secure his help in future legal matters.

As Liz received the award for Andarta Aria, Larry Wickman stood quietly beside her, his presence commanding attention. His stoic demeanor and handsome features sent waves of admiration across the online crowd.

With his poised, almost regal aura, he resembled a noble German shepherd standing protectively behind Liz.

“I want to thank you all for appreciating Andarta Aria’s design. I’m sure she would be overjoyed to see her hard work and heart poured into this piece recognized by all of you. I’m also incredibly excited to see her standing on the stage again in France, receiving yet another well-deserved award.”

“I know you’ll all be surprised when you see her…” Liz’s confident yet cryptic statement piqued everyone’s curiosity about Andarta Aria. The way Liz spoke, with such personal familiarity, hinted at a deeper connection to the designer, making Alice’s hands twitch with nervous energy. But, not wanting to jump to conclusions, she quickly suppressed the thought.

The curiosity of the netizens and the panel of judges grew insatiable as they clamored to learn more about Andarta Aria. As soon as Liz and Larry stepped off the stage, several major brands and even the judges themselves eagerly handed Liz their business cards, hoping she would pass them on to the elusive designer.

Some were even bolder, directly asking Liz for Andarta Aria’s true identity. Sensing the growing pressure, Larry had no choice but to escort Liz away, while Athena and Zen followed suit.

The entire venue buzzed with excitement, and the reporters, sensing an irresistible story, scrambled to uncover the truth.

This was exactly what Liz had hoped for. When she saw the smug smile on Alice’s face earlier—so sure of herself, as if the world was already beneath her feet—Liz knew she couldn’t let it slide. Alice kept harping on about how young and talented she was, flaunting it like a badge of superiority.

But Liz wanted her to see the truth.

She wanted Alice to realize that the true champion was just as gifted—if not more. Andarta Aria’s age? That was merely speculation spun by the public. But when it came out of Alice’s mouth, it sounded so certain, so condescending—like a weapon used to put others down.

And Liz couldn’t stand that.Not when Alice was using it at Hera’s expense.

Because Liz had been hurriedly escorted out, her father couldn’t reach her in time. And since she had suddenly vanished from the venue, all attention shifted to him. Everyone at the event turned their eyes on him, bombarding him with questions. But the truth was—he knew nothing, so he had nothing to say.

Unfortunately, to the others, his silence came off as him being deliberately tight-lipped.

So instead of backing off, they changed tactics. People began offering bribes, proposing collaborations, and even calling their assistants to start drafting contracts on the spot—desperate to latch onto Liz’s family business. In their eyes, this was a golden opportunity to connect not just with Andarta Aria, but also with Larry Wickman.

To them, it was a win-win situation.

In the end, Liz’s family business only grew stronger—thriving like never before. It was as if a golden pie had fallen straight from the sky, and all her father had to do was open his arms to catch it. But instead of just catching it, he laid out an entire blanket, ready to gather even more blessings being thrown his way.

Even though he didn’t fully understand what was happening, one glance at Larry was enough to give him a glimpse of a dazzling future. Surrounded by eager collaborators, he couldn’t stop smiling—his grin stretching from ear to ear. Worries about quarterly sales? Gone. Long forgotten.

Right then and there, several people scheduled meetings to discuss partnerships, demands, and future ventures. And her father? He barely had to lift a finger—just nod, share his availability, and leave the rest to his poor assistant, who was furiously scribbling notes, juggling names, times, and proposals.

Though the assistant’s hand felt like it might fall off at any second, he too was smiling. More deals meant more bonuses, and he was already daydreaming about what he’d spend them on. Tired? Absolutely. But happy? Even more so.

After Liz, Larry, Athena, and Zen left the venue, Larry took the lead and brought them to the prestigious Golden Dragon Pavilion for lunch.

Larry drove Liz, while Zen, beaming like a child, handled the wheel for Athena, who had borrowed the car from Hera. Zen’s excitement was palpable, and even when they arrived at their destination, he couldn’t bear to part with the steering wheel. His joy was infectious, as though the simple pleasure of driving had become an adventure in itself.

Once known as an impossible place to book—where getting a reservation felt like winning the lottery—Athena was starting to feel like it was no longer a pipe dream. Being here now felt almost… normal.

For Liz, it was her first time setting foot in the luxurious restaurant, but not for Zen. He shared Athena’s thoughts—because ever since he started spending time with Hera, dining at high-end places like this had become surprisingly frequent. Even his grandfather, a man of considerable influence, could only manage the occasional visit due to the steep prices and impossibly tight booking schedule.

But now? With Larry Wickman casually leading the way, it felt like the doors to the elite world had quietly opened for them all, and at the end of the day, it was also still because of Hera.

“You’re all welcome to order anything you like,” Larry said with a serious tone as he led them to Pavilion #1. “Young Miss Hera has made it clear that her friends are to be treated exceptionally well here.”

The manager, already briefed by Gerald, stood at the entrance, her eyes sharp and attentive, ready to ensure that Larry and Hera’s guests received nothing less than the best service. She greeted them warmly, showing an eagerness to attend to their needs.

As soon as the four of them sat down, Larry politely excused himself, needing to report back to Hera. He left the remaining three in the capable hands of the manager to handle the ordering. The menus they were handed didn’t include any prices, which helped ease any pressure or hesitation they might’ve felt about what to choose.

Athena, true to form, simply glanced at the food photos, picked out whatever looked the most appetizing, and placed her order without overthinking it. Liz, on the other hand, was a bit more reserved, only choosing two dishes that caught her eye. Zen remained casual and unbothered, ordering his usual favorites without much thought.

The manager efficiently recorded their selections on a sleek tablet, immediately sending the order to the kitchen and flagging it as a priority.

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Thank you, Angie_Rodriguez_6157, Shell_Rodriguez, Cinparo, and Marlene_Parker, for the Golden Tickets!