The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress

"Since we’re out of the country, it’s a great chance to let Hera experience the best of Barcelona. I’ve heard amazing things about Disfrutar Restaurant, and the reviews look fantastic," Dave said, glancing at his phone as he checked the Google reviews. His other hand held the livestreaming equipment, allowing Hera’s fans to join in on their victory celebration.

"But, are you sure you can handle the bill?" Dave added, giving Leo a playful smirk.

"He’s not as poor as you," Xavier chimed in, resting his head on Hera’s shoulder.

Since Leo and Xavier were quicker than Luke and Dave, they had secured the seats next to Hera, leaving Dave to stew in envy.

However, since he was the one holding the livestreaming equipment, his position was perfect for giving the fans a full view of the inside of the car.

Dave nearly choked on his saliva at Xavier’s remark. "Who said I’m poor?"

No one responded, as it was well-known that whenever they bet, Dave always placed the smallest wager.

They couldn’t really blame him—after all, as a public official, he had to set a good example, and he probably shouldn’t even be gambling in the first place.

But to avoid killing the vibe, he still participated in whatever bets were being made, though always with modest amounts. Naturally, this led to some light teasing from the others.

"Didn’t you admit you wanted to be pampered by Hera and even called yourself a gigolo? You’ve been bragging about how Hera’s spending money on you," Luke teased, watching Dave’s face darken by the second.