Under the Heiress' Facade

Chapter 484

Hera made her way to the entrance and brushed past Rhett and Frederick, who were heading in the opposite direction. A smirk played on her lips when she turned and caught them running after Damian's minivan.

She faced forward again and went through the main entrance, her stilettos clacking against the floor as the reporters did a double take. They couldn't believe even Dr. Shadow herself had shown up for Raven.

The reporters surged forward, vying for Hera's comments. However, the security was tight, and the crowd control held them back

"Invitation, please," said the security guard who stopped Hera at the entrance.

Hera was about to fish her invitation from her purse when a kid in a suit ran out of the hall. Gino announced," She's my sister!"

He had been waiting at the receptionist's desk and watching every guest that arrived, hoping to find Raven among them. He didn't expect to see Hera, and he bet she was here to ask Raven to take her under his wing, too!

Gino praised his own quick thinking. If he hadn't come, Hera would have one-upped him again.

Not many children were in attendance, and Gino had been loitering around the front desk while the guests filed into the building. The security guard recognized him and let Hera through before she could produce her invitation.

Neither of them knew dozens of people in different corners of the building were watching the quests through the security camera over the entrance.

They were hackers who ranked within the top 100 in the world, and hacking into a security system was child's play to them.

Besides, they hadn't done anything abhorrent. They had simply adjusted the security camera angle so that they could read each invite that the arriving guests presented to the guards. They could only assume XS Corporation was tolerating their behavior in the absence of outright reprimand.

The nationwide search for Raven came down to one's skill set. Naturally, plenty of hackers were hoping to uncover the identities of S and Vulcan. Uncovering Raven's was just a bonus.

Inside the hall, Hera asked Gino, "What are you doing here?"

Gino gave her a look as if to tell her to drop her act because he had seen through her intentions. He answered," Same reason as you."

Hera cast him a sidelong glance. "And you know what I'm doing here?"

"You're here to seek mentorship so you can level up!" Gino declared.

She fell speechless at this. One of these days, she ought to look into the child's head and examine the cause of his wild imagination.

"You can join Dad and Gideon upstairs. I'll hang around here for a bit," Gino said when he saw more guests stopping at the entrance and dismissed Hera with a wave of his hand.

"Who are you waiting for?" Hera asked almost instinctively.

Flashing her a cryptic look, Gino said, 'My mentor.

"Since when do you have a mentor? Did you even finish the books I gave you?" Hera asked, unable to hide her surprise.

Cino did not take his eyes off the entrance. "I'm still reading them, but becoming a protégé won't get in the way of my reading. Once I find the person I'm looking for, I'll ask him to take me under his wing."Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Hera rolled her eyes. "Have fun waiting, then." She had business to attend to.

As she walked toward the elevator, Gino stopped her. "Wait, what day is today?"

She looked at his dark, round eyes as he stared at her expectantly. She took two chocolates from her purse which were leftover from this morning and handed them to him. "It's Children's Day, meant to celebrate petulant little punks like you."

Gino cringed but took the chocolates. He unwrapped one and popped it into his mouth, savoring the milky sweetness.

When the receptionist saw this, she nearly gasped at the kid's double standards. When she gave him candy earlier, he refused her and said Children's Day was for babies, not eight-year-olds.

The third-anniversary party was held at the rooftop banquet hall, which teemed with people as the titans and elites from various industries rubbed shoulders.

Hera had only just stepped out of the elevator when she spied a familiar figure standing by the banquet hall entrance.

He wore a white suit, and his short curls had grown out since she last saw him. He had styled his hair in a half- up-do, and his ivory skin was now sunkissed. He did not look as effeminate as before, his delicately chiseled features appearing more rough-hewn and masculine.