Chapter 193 Have Him
Hera wasted no time in the parking area and swiftly made her way towards the exit. However, her stride came to an abrupt halt upon hearing a familiar voice pierce the air. "What are you doing here?!"
Hera turned slightly to catch sight of the person calling her, but she remained silent, offering only a faint smile before resuming her departure without a backward glance. Her silence stemmed from both a reluctance to engage in idle chatter at the moment and a deliberate avoidance of the individual altogether.
"Hera! Are you ignoring me, you bitch?!" Minerva’s shrill voice echoed, drawing the attention of others in the parking lot. As her voice cut through the air, bystanders began to gather, curious to witness the unfolding drama between the two striking women. One exuded elegance and sophistication, while the other emanated an aura of sensuality and defiance.
Yet, Hera remained the most conspicuous figure. Previously, she had always adorned herself in worn-out attire, the colors faded from countless washes. Her appearance often appeared fatigued and worn from her relentless work outdoors, overshadowing her inherent beauty. Her complexion had paled, and her hair, coarse and dry, bore the brunt of neglect, deprived of the care it deserved due to her perpetual time constraints.
Now, having prioritized self-care and ample rest, Hera’s transformation was remarkable. Her complexion radiated with newfound vitality, and her hair cascaded in lustrous waves, soft to the touch. Even without embellishment, she effortlessly outshone the crowd of affluent heiresses, arousing jealousy among onlookers with her natural allure.
The realization grated on Minerva’s nerves. Despite her meticulous grooming, adorned in intricate makeup to accentuate her finest features, Hera effortlessly stole the spotlight, her natural allure outshining Minerva’s efforts. The memory of her grievances with Hera resurfaced—Alexi’s lingering gazes, the inadvertent slip of Hera’s name from Alexi’s lips in their intimate moments the previous night. Minerva seethed with resentment towards Hera, blaming her for captivating Alexi’s attention and intruding incessantly into their lives, depriving Minerva of any semblance of respite.
Minerva’s teeth ground together, her fists clenched in seething rage as she fixated on Hera’s departing form. "What’s with the false pride?" she hissed. "In the end, you’re just a plaything for wealthy old men." With deliberate venom, Minerva projected her voice, ensuring her words reached bystanders before continuing her assault. "It’s no surprise you’ve kept Alexi at arm’s length all this time. You’re afraid he’ll uncover your tainted past while you pretend to be righteous and pure." Hatred burned fiercely in Minerva’s eyes, a testament to her deep-seated animosity.