Chapter 611 When The Queen Steps In The Race 2
As Hera approached her car, a male racer nearby couldn’t resist making a crude remark.
With a whistle, he jeered, "Woah! I didn’t know models and celebrities were trying their hand at racing now. Hey, sweetheart, why not warm my bed instead? I can pay you plenty—no need to risk yourself in a place like this."
He leaned casually against his car’s open door, a smirk playing on his lips as he taunted her. Despite his arrogant words, it was clear he was captivated by her.
Her hourglass figure, with a slim waist, toned curves, and striking beauty, had turned more than a few heads.
The attention of several racers lingered on her, their gazes ranging from admiration to objectification.
But Hera’s expression remained calm and unreadable, like an unyielding mask. She didn’t flinch, her steady stride betraying no hint of the irritation or amusement she might have felt.
Her focus was unwavering, her silence more cutting than any retort. Without giving the racer or his comment a second glance, she exuded an air of authority that made it clear: Hera was here for one purpose—to dominate the track.
Her usual, warm and approachable demeanor shifted in an instant, morphing into an ice-cold, regal expression that made her look every bit the queen she was. Her piercing gaze, sharp and unwavering, radiated authority. This was Phantom.
Among the crowd, there was also another female racer—a brunette from the U.S. She possessed an enviable hourglass figure and full, plump lips, reminiscent of a model’s pout.
However, unlike Hera, there was an unmistakable artifice to her appearance. Many of the racers recognized her immediately, aware of her past cosmetic procedures.
But Hera—Hera was different. This was the first time they were seeing her, and she carried herself with a natural grace and allure.