Chapter 886 Sharp Tongues
The intensity drew attention; those who didn’t know Hera turned to look at the passionate group, then at Hera herself. Only then did many realize just how striking and captivating this racer truly was.
Some of the male audience members, who had originally come to support other racers, found themselves mesmerized, practically starstruck with hearts in their eyes. Their loyalty started to waver, and a few even looked longingly toward Hera’s fan section, tempted to join in.
Even the banners, shirts, and fan merchandise for Hera looked premium and high-end, and no wonder. Most of her supporters now came from the upper class: influential executives, entrepreneurs, and high-profile figures who had once underestimated her but now fully backed her. Not only did they vote for her, but they also poured in as much money as they could spare without impacting their own companies, adding to her massive betting pool.
Though Hera had fewer total votes, the amount of money behind her was the largest. The sheer size of the prize pool tempted fans of other racers to get greedy. Hoping to strike it rich, they invested everything they could into the bet, dreaming of life-changing winnings.
And while their lives were about to change after the race, it wouldn’t be in the way they had expected.
As Hera walked toward her car, someone suddenly bumped into her from behind, nearly knocking her off balance. She quickly steadied herself, stepping back and bending one knee to regain control. Once grounded, she turned around, only to see a cocky young man with bleached blonde hair, lip and brow piercings, and a smug expression stretched across his face. He blew a bubble with his gum and popped it loudly, staring at her with a mockingly confident glint in his eyes.
"Hey, pretty sister," he drawled, "how about this, if I win, I get you for seven days. Strip and wait in my bed."
Behind him, his crew burst out laughing, their jeers echoing through the pit lane. Clearly, they thought Hera was an easy target, just another delicate-looking woman in a male-dominated race. But Hera didn’t even flinch. She had faced plenty of arrogant challengers like him before. And every time, the outcome had been the same.
She smirked, her expression calm and unreadable.