Chapter 52 His Anger
Claire masked her discomfort with a dismissive snort. "Are you sending your friend out to find another accomplice?" Her implication was clear: whatever plan Athena and Hera devised would likely be perceived as a desperate attempt to salvage Hera’s reputation.
Amidst Hera and Athena’s abrupt rise in social status and wealth, their peers, all hailing from affluent families, possessed a keen eye for authenticity. Having been raised amidst opulence, they were adept at distinguishing between what was genuine and what was not. Thus, anything Hera and Athena wore would likely be scrutinized with precision.
However, if Claire’s insinuations were accurate, it would potentially expose the origins of their newfound affluence.
In truth, their concern was minimal as long as the situation didn’t encroach upon their own lives or alter their lifestyles. However, they couldn’t deny a certain satisfaction in witnessing Hera’s difficulties, particularly among the female former classmates.
So they all waited patiently for Athena to arrive, and Claire managed to calm herself down, rationalizing that Gerald was likely occupied with his own affairs and didn’t frequently visit the hotel. She reassured herself that the encounter at the Golden Dragon Pavilion had been a mere coincidence, prompted by the reservation of the Avery Heiress. However, a pang of discomfort washed over her as she recalled inadvertently offending the Avery heiress as well.
However, another thought occurred to her: shifting all the blame onto Hera, would be far more convenient. After all, the heiress would likely be more inclined to believe her than a relatively unknown person.
Meanwhile, with Athena having departed to fetch Gerald, Hera seized the opportunity to extricate herself from Alexi’s grasp as he momentarily loosened his grip on her wrist. Taking a step back, she created a physical distance between them to prevent any further confrontation. Slowly massaging her aching wrist, Hera observed Alexi, still consumed by his own anger, as he glared at her.
No one could discern the thoughts swirling within his mind, but his demeanor exuded a menacing aura, as though he were prepared to devour anyone who crossed his path.
He no longer resembled the Alexi she had known for years, or perhaps, she had never truly known him, even during their time living together. It dawned on her that he might have harbored reservations all along, never revealing his true self, or perhaps there had been no need to do so. Now confronted with this unfamiliar side of him, fear began to gnaw at her from deep within.