Chapter 832 Art Gallery
Still, when it came to food, Hera wasn’t heartless. She made sure to treat Alice, too—if nothing else, she still had a little decency left.
Alice, still dazed and unable to fully process what was happening, could only accept whatever was shoved into her hands. She moved like an empty shell, completely out of it, to the point where Minerva actually started to worry. Just in case, she made Alice grab the back of her jacket like a child being kept from getting lost in a crowd.
Everyone who saw this unusual group couldn’t help but stare. They were all strikingly good-looking, but their combination was... odd.
One was a loudmouth, one looked like a spacey weirdo, one was clearly the sugar mommy, another seemed like a lost child, and the last one acted like a banana mascot. Behind them trailed their bodyguards, like tired chaperones on a chaotic school field trip.
It was chaotic, endearing, and downright hilarious—like a group of oversized kids being shepherded around by reluctant adults. A sight no one could ignore.
And it wasn’t just luxury clothes, bags, shoes, and jewelry they were shopping for—Athena had added "eye candy" to her list. She was openly window shopping for handsome men, casually commenting on their looks, builds, and especially their pectoral muscles with zero shame.
What she didn’t realize, however, was that someone had been quietly keeping tabs on her antics. It wasn’t until she made her tenth remark about a "fine set of abs" that her phone buzzed with a string of messages.
[Zen: Do you really think his body looks better than mine?]
[Zen: (Image.jpeg)]