Chapter 259 Logan’s Transformation
Despite Hera’s efforts to ignore Minerva, Minerva seemed determined to provoke her, even going so far as to approach Hera and loudly deliver her snide remarks. Alice, who was attempting to pull Minerva away, looked at Hera with a helpless expression.
"Minerva, it’s not our place to comment on who she’s with. Let’s just go," Alice said, trying to pull Minerva to the other side of the room. However, her comment subtly implied that Hera was a promiscuous woman who was always with different men.
"Alice. Sigh." Minerva sighed, still wanting to say more, but Alice was insistent on pulling her away, her face filled with worry, almost on the verge of tears. "Alright, we’ll go," As soon as Minerva relented, Alice beamed and smiled at her. The two then strode back to the other side of the room. The other socialites and the top artist, who was there for a scheduled styling, had overheard the exchange and likely recognized Hera from the morning news, understanding the implication of Alice’s words.
They all looked at Hera and the man she was with, their gazes filled with mockery and judgment. Even though Hera wanted to explain, she couldn’t possibly go up to each of them individually to clarify the situation, could she?
If she tried to explain right then and there, it would only make her look guilty and flustered. This was likely what the two intended—to torment her silently and leave her with no way to defend herself.
"Senior, who are they?" Logan asked. Though timid, he was visibly angry on Hera’s behalf. He couldn’t understand why those women disliked Hera when she was so nice to everyone.
If Hera could hear his thoughts, she would definitely laugh out loud. She could be nice to everyone, but not everyone deserved it. Some people, like Minerva and Alice, seemed to be born just to annoy others. She didn’t mind being rude to those who were rude to her first.
"It’s alright, Logan," Hera said, maintaining her smile. She wasn’t affected by the silent mockery or judgment. She upheld her graceful and elegant demeanor like the highborn lady she was. Seeing her like this made the gossipers, especially the nearby socialites, feel somewhat like shrews in comparison.
In their circle, what you hear isn’t always what it seems, as many things happen behind closed doors. They were well aware of this. Once they thought it through, they stopped paying attention to the gossip and entertainment meant to garner clout and manipulate the easily swayed masses.