Under the Heiress' Facade

"You're a good-for-nothing who fails at everything!" Queenie hissed as she watched Hera walk past her.

Gideon himself couldn't even change the manager's mind. What made Hera think she could get him to sign a contract with the Everetts?

Queenie thought Hera was too full of herself. Even if she asked Douglas for help, she couldn't change anything at all.

An ugly smile crept onto Queenie's face as she said, "The manager's a righteous person. He wouldn't change his mind even if Hera stood before him naked."

"Watch your tongue!" Gideon warned, his face dark.

He was fine with Queenie insulting him but would not let anyone insult Hera.

Smiling nonchalantly, Queenie clucked her tongue and said, "Hera's got a sharper tongue than me, you know. Do as you please if you feel like wasting your time here."

After all, she was sure that neither Gideon nor Hera could make the hotel manager change his mind.

Then, Queenie extracted an invitation card from her bag and tossed it into Gideon's car through the open window.

She said haughtily and conceitedly, "Don't forget to attend the Gaskell family's annual banquet."

Gideon's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he watched her walk away with her head held high.

Back then, when Giselle was still Zyler's fiancée, the Gaskells would invite the Everetts to their banquet yearly. This year, though, the two families were at odds.

Queenie wasn't sincere in inviting Gideon to attend the banquet. She intentionally did so to embarrass him and his family.

She was flaunting the fact that the event hall was hers now. It was a provocation, and she did nothing to hide it.

It was a shame that Gideon wasn't powerful enough to go against the Gaskell family yet. And although he had no idea what Hera would do, he believed she wouldn't give up her chastity like what Queenie had said.

Gideon turned the steering wheel and continued to find a place to park his car. After securing a spot to park, he contacted some other hotels to ask about their event halls as he waited for Hera to come out of the hotel.

Half an hour later, Hera found him in the parking lot.

She opened the passenger side door, got into the seat, and said, "It's settled."

"It's settled?"

Gideon was taken by surprise. He checked the time. She'd only been gone for just half an hour.

"Yeah. Hall 5, at ten in the morning," she said.

"The time and place remains unchanged."

Gideon couldn't help but ask, "How did you do it?"

He wondered if she had more influence over others here in Norburgh than he did.

"I played a trick," she said.

"You didn't seduce the manager, right?" Gideon asked, Queenie's words suddenly appearing in his mind.

A speechless Hera stared at him for some time before responding, "He's bald."

Gideon was even more confused now. He'd seen the manager before.

The man was about 30 years old, yet he suffered from severe hair loss Working at Killian Corporation. probably stressed him out too much. He was almost completely bald at his young age.

"I'm shallow. I don't like bald men," said Hera.

Gideon was dumbstruck. So what if she didn't like men who were bald? There was no connection between bald men and solving the problem regarding the venue.

When Gideon saw the hotel manager sometime later, the manager's head was no longer bald. He now had thick, glossy hair. Only then did it dawn on Gideon what Hera did to secure the venue for him.

"But you must keep this a secret for now," Hera reminded him.

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"Okay," said Gideon.

He still had no clue what she was planning, but he was happy enough to listen to her since she'd significantly helped him.

On the other side of the city, the Gaskells and their company's staff were busy handing out their invitation cards.

The Gaskell family's company had been in trouble for some time, so Terence wanted to make a comeback at the banquet with Queenie's help.

He even went to the extent of personally handing the invitation card to the Ludden family.