Alice, having just received such a grand promise, felt smug and triumphant.
After all, she had meticulously schemed to secure this playboy. Seeing Hera surrounded by powerful, handsome men—showered with love, care, and protection—Alice couldn't help but think,
'Why does she get to have everything while I don't?'
'Shouldn't it only be fair if I find a powerful backer too? I'm not lacking in looks or charm. Rafael and Xavier should rightfully belong to me—we have history together, after all. Hera is the mistress, the outsider.'
'I'll prove that I'm better than her, that I can rise to the top without their help. And when that happens, I'll take back what's mine, including those men who have been deceived into staying by her side.'
A brief glint of malice flashed in Alice's eyes—so quick that the young master beside her failed to notice.