Chapter 844 Mindy Pinault
"Someone you know?" Alexandre asked as he casually took a flute of champagne from a passing waiter.
"Does an enemy count as an acquaintance?" Hera replied with a playful glint in her eye. She accepted the champagne from him and raised her glass in a mock toast toward Alice.
Across the room, Alice’s face twisted with fury. The reaction made Hera chuckle—a light, melodic sound that reminded Alexandre of windchimes in summer. He found himself smiling too, amused and oddly charmed.
"She looks like she’s about to devour you whole. Want some help dealing with her?" Alexandre offered, his tone relaxed but sincere.
Normally, he paid no mind to catfights—he’d seen too many women squabble over him, desperate to outdo one another just to win his attention. It was something he never quite understood. With so many men in the world, why bother fighting over just one?
But his friends once told him that while there may be many men in the world, only a small percentage are truly successful and wealthy. That scarcity makes those men highly sought after by women who aspire to live a life of luxury. With high demand and limited supply, competition becomes inevitable.
In such circles, women often feel the need to eliminate their rivals to secure their place. After all, men can be fickle—quick to choose one and just as quick to discard her. To avoid being replaced, many women feel compelled to confront and outshine any potential threat.
In the past, Alexandre never concerned himself with petty rivalries between women—it always felt beneath him. But now, watching Hera, something had shifted. He found himself wanting to protect her, to be closer to her.
Most women in his circle, when given even the smallest opportunity, would cling to a man like their lives depended on it—eager to stake their claim and warn other women to back off. But Hera was different.