Chapter 888 Trouble
Hera let out a dry, humorless chuckle, her eyes gleaming with quiet anticipation. She was looking forward to the moment when that arrogant blonde racer’s smug expression would twist into horror, once he realized exactly what, or rather who, he was up against. ’Ah, the sweet satisfaction of being petty.’
The blonde racer didn’t hear her chilling laugh, but a sudden shiver crawled down his spine. Uneasy, he quickened his pace toward his side of the car. Hera, calm and confident, strolled to hers.
The crowd, watching closely, knew exactly what was going on. Excitement buzzed in the air as anticipation crackled between spectators. The trending topic across social media was their bet, and the match-up had gone viral. More fans piled into the stream, eager to witness the showdown.
As the momentum built, Hera’s name shot up from the bottom of the betting ranks to the top five. Her countrymen rallied behind her, pouring in their savings not just out of patriotism, but because they genuinely believed in her skill.
Everyone was waiting for her to humiliate him on the track, to watch that confident mask crumble. Viewers rubbed their hands in anticipation, phones ready to screenshot the moment of his downfall and post it online with smug captions. Bets were made, screenshots queued, and popcorn ready. The show was just about to begin.
And because what Hera did was so satisfying, "putting an arrogant jerk in his place," as many viewers put it, her livestream was flooded with gifts. Digital confetti and donation animations exploded across the screen, and Betty and Daisy could hardly contain their excitement, grinning from ear to ear. It was marketing gold.
They hadn’t even needed to promote Hera; she did it all herself. Her bold attitude and performance pulled people in effortlessly. Viewer ratings soared, and more importantly, the retention rate remained high. Everyone was sticking around to see how the bet would play out.
Even international viewers had started pouring in, intrigued by the viral moment. Seeing the trend, Betty quickly instructed her PR team to roll out free subtitles in multiple languages, making sure the growing foreign audience could follow along seamlessly.
As soon as Hera settled into the driver’s seat and fastened her seatbelt, the engines around her began to roar to life. The deafening chorus of revving motors filled the air, and many of the male racers glanced her way with smug, knowing smirks. She could tell she’d just become their target. They were planning to make this race hell for her.