Samantha paused for a thought. Instead of trying to charm someone, she figured it might be quicker to simply take them out. But she quickly dismissed the idea with a shake of her head.
Then, she remarked enviously, "You defied the powerful, braved dangers, and stormed the Astral Nova Auction tower.
"Plus, you also outsmarted the grandmaster in bidding for the Eclipse Stone and spent nearly 900 million. If your young uncle knew you risked everything for him, he'd be deeply moved and ready to commit."
"Are all men like that?"
Hera suddenly remembered Bernard's assertive words from their previous conversation at the hotel. That was his style.
"Anyone interested in you definitely would be!" Samantha replied.
Hera was momentarily speechless.
Samantha's mischievous grin widened as she leaned in toward her.
"Just go along with it when the time comes," she advised and tried to catch any sign of a blush under Hera's mask.
She added, "Don't try even to insist that you and him are collaborators."
Hera pushed Samantha's intrusive face away.
"I've got some errands to run. You head home. I'll cover your Cartier red diamond."
Moments earlier, Samantha, the diamond enthusiast, had bid 170 million for a Cartier red diamond at the auction.
"Okay, love you. I love you," Samantha chirped and made heart shapes with her hands.
"Let's have a moment of silence for the sucker. I'm out."
Samantha was well aware of Hera's knack for getting others to foot the bill, and Hera's strategy wasn't lost on her either. Whenever Hera had a big expense coming up, she would take on a task to make her sponsor foot the bill.
By keeping the money out of her own hands, Hera effectively hid her tracks. With Samantha's departure, Hera swiftly reached for her phone. She sent a quick quotation to Queenie, then made her way down the stairs to collect the goods.
…
The burly bodyguard, Samson Shaft, had returned to the grandmaster's room after escorting Hera out.
He asked, "Bernard, did you really let her take the Eclipse Stone?"
Seated comfortably behind the bead curtain, Bernard relaxed on the grandmaster's throne with a glass of red wine in his hand.
He casually pushed the ghost mask atop his forehead to reveal his striking features.
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