Chapter 611 When The Queen Steps In The Race 2

As Hera approached her car, a male racer nearby couldn't resist making a crude remark.

With a whistle, he jeered, "Woah! I didn't know models and celebrities were trying their hand at racing now. Hey, sweetheart, why not warm my bed instead? I can pay you plenty—no need to risk yourself in a place like this." 

He leaned casually against his car's open door, a smirk playing on his lips as he taunted her. Despite his arrogant words, it was clear he was captivated by her.

Her hourglass figure, with a slim waist, toned curves, and striking beauty, had turned more than a few heads.

The attention of several racers lingered on her, their gazes ranging from admiration to objectification. 

But Hera's expression remained calm and unreadable, like an unyielding mask. She didn't flinch, her steady stride betraying no hint of the irritation or amusement she might have felt.