Chapter 423 Joining The Race
"Even I wouldn’t let my girlfriend inside if I had a car like that," One of the onlookers remarked.
Meanwhile, the girl from earlier clenched her teeth in frustration, her anger simmering as she watched the car fade from sight, Hera’s smug smile etched in her mind like an unshakeable taunt.
But that smug smile she recalled was merely a figment of her imagination, a cruel manifestation of her resentment toward Hera.
She loathed the thought that Hera had stolen Dave away from her, and it felt as if Hera were mocking her for her failure to win his affection.
"Don’t do anything you’ll regret for the rest of your life," her brother whispered in her ear.
"What would I regret? Regretting not being thick-skinned enough to seduce him first, so he wouldn’t have a chance to meet that vixen!" she shot back, her words laced with venom and indignation.
Dave was the only man she had ever truly loved, and the thought of losing him felt like a deep, unhealed wound that throbbed with every moment of jealousy and despair.
Even with numerous men vying for her attention, she had never given them a second glance, convinced that only a man as successful and powerful as Dave was worthy of her affection. But now, someone had stolen him away, and she refused to accept this humiliation without a fight.
She was determined to prove to Dave that she was the better choice, that someone like her—who had always been by his side—deserved him more than a newcomer who had dared to come between them.
As thoughts raced through her mind, she contemplated how to drive Hera away and demonstrate to Dave that Hera was merely a pretty face, unworthy of his attention.
Suddenly, like a lightbulb flickering to life, an idea struck her. With newfound confidence, she ceased her teeth-grinding and a smug smile crept onto her lips.