The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 821

Chapter 821: Chapter 821 Trending Again
When they stepped outside the airport, a sleek black nanny van was already waiting at the curb. But Hera shook her head at the man, then pointed toward Alice and gestured for him to take her in the van and head off without them. She and her friends, along with her bodyguards, clearly wouldn’t all fit in that one vehicle.

The man, however, didn’t seem to understand what she was trying to communicate. Not wanting to blow her cover or reveal that she might know some French, Hera quickly pulled out her phone and opened Google Translate. She typed in her message, but as soon as she glanced at the French translation, her brow twitched. The sentence made absolutely no sense.

Just then, Hera’s ride arrived. Cindy had already arranged everything in advance for her airport pickup. Two sleek black Rolls-Royce Cullinans rolled up first, followed by three black Bentley Bentaygas—drawing immediate attention from passersby and staff alike. Even the competition’s staff member who had come to greet them turned to look, momentarily stunned.

At that moment, Hera’s bodyguards, who had been discreetly following her and her group, stepped forward, collected the luggage, and began loading it into the first Bentley Bentayga. It quickly became clear to everyone, including the stunned staff member, that this impressive motorcade had come for Hera.

He looked up at her again, now with awe in his eyes. Hera, unfazed, calmly used hand gestures and sign language to indicate that the van should take the lead, while she and the others would follow behind.

Alice fumed with anger and jealousy as she stared at the row of high-end cars. Then her eyes shifted to the plain black nanny van parked in front of her—there was simply no comparison. She knew that if Hera arrived at the hotel in such luxurious vehicles, especially with reporters already stationed there to greet the competition participants, she would be completely overshadowed. And that was the last thing Alice wanted.

After all, she had already hinted on social media that she’d arrived in France and was being personally received by the competition organizers. Meanwhile, Andarta Aria had yet to make a public appearance—only Liz had been seen so far.

The buzz online had already exploded, with countless people eagerly awaiting Andarta Aria’s debut in front of the camera. French media, along with reporters from their home country, had even begun camping outside the hotel, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious rising star.

So what would happen if Hera were seen arriving at the hotel with Liz, the known representative of Andarta Aria, and then stepping out of one of those luxurious cars? Wouldn’t that only spark more speculation and thrust Hera right back into the spotlight?

The thought made Alice’s blood boil. Desperate to save face, she moved forward, intending to insert herself into one of the Rolls-Royces—only then would she feel at ease.

But before she could act, Hera and her group were already being escorted by her bodyguards. They moved swiftly, forming a wall around Hera and her friends, effectively blocking Alice from slipping in.

It was as if they could read her mind. The competition staff, having already witnessed “his mon amour” seated comfortably in a Rolls-Royce, knew better than to intervene. He simply pulled Alice’s two massive 40-kilogram suitcases—as if she planned to settle in for a month—and loaded them into the black nanny van. With Alice still frozen in frustration, he finally nudged her inside, instructed the driver to go, and gestured for the convoy of luxury cars behind them to follow.

Just as Alice expected, the moment the black van pulled up in front of the hotel, a swarm of reporters and paparazzi rushed forward. Microphones were shoved in her face, and camera shutters clicked in rapid succession. But the excitement quickly died down when they realized it was only Alice. Some of the bolder reporters even peeked into the van, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone more newsworthy.

Those familiar with the contestant list, who knew Alice came in second to the much-anticipated Andarta Aria, immediately lost interest. A few half-hearted questions were thrown her way, more out of obligation than enthusiasm, before the crowd quickly dispersed.

Meanwhile, the hotel staff, who had been instructed to help with Alice’s luggage, stood near the rear of the van, behind which was the competition staff, waiting for Hera and the others to arrive.

They’d given Alice a moment to enjoy her screen time, assuming she’d soak up the spotlight. But to everyone’s surprise—especially Alice’s—the so-called interview ended in mere minutes, with no fanfare.

And then, Hera’s convoy pulled in.

When Hera and her group arrived, the reporters surged forward, ready to bombard them with questions just as they had with Alice. But the moment Hera stepped out, her razor-sharp gaze swept across the crowd, cutting through the noise like a blade.

Instantly, the reporters froze, their microphones hovering uncertainly in the air. Her commanding presence and piercing eyes made it clear—this wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

Without a word, the reporters instinctively stepped back, their tone shifting from aggressive to respectful. They didn’t dare push her boundaries, but they also couldn’t ignore the opportunity in front of them. They might not recognize the girls accompanying Hera, but from their poised demeanor and the fleet of luxury cars behind them, it was obvious—they were important.

Just as the tension hung in the air, one of the reporters suddenly gasped and exclaimed—

“Eh?! Isn’t she the Barcelona Racing Champion?” one reporter suddenly blurted out. “Wait a second, I know there’s a race happening tomorrow, but it’s not even in Paris! What’s she doing here—don’t tell me she’s attending the jewelry competition too?”

The remark stunned the crowd into silence for a beat before a wave of realization hit them. In an instant, the reporters scrambled forward again, microphones raised and cameras flashing. Even if they couldn’t get an exclusive scoop on the elusive rising star of the jewelry world, Andarta Aria, getting an interview with a female racing champion was just as headline-worthy.

After all, car racing was a male-dominated sport, and a female champion was not only rare but commanded immense respect, easily worthy of front-page coverage. She could just as well be featured in a top-tier women’s magazine celebrating powerful and successful women across different fields.

If they managed to land an interview with this female racer now, their scoop would be a guaranteed hit. They might even meet their monthly quota in one go, or earn a commendation from their editors.

Realizing this, the reporters instantly forgot their earlier hesitation, undeterred even by Hera’s sharp, intimidating gaze. Hera, meanwhile, was a bit taken aback. These reporters were like hungry wolves who had just caught the scent of fresh prey.

Fortunately, Hera had brought her bodyguards with her. Without needing a single word from her, they immediately stepped in to clear a path for Hera and her friends. Still, some paparazzi had already managed to snap clear shots of her, and within minutes, her photos were all over the internet—even reaching her home country.

It quickly became public knowledge that Hera would be participating in the next 2 day’s race. At the same time, speculation surged about why she was staying at the same hotel as the contestants of the IGI Expressions Competition Finale. As a result, Hera’s name once again dominated the trending topics, stirring both excitement and curiosity.

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