The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Chapter 150 Decisive Action
The leading officer extended his badge and presented the arrest warrant with a professional demeanor. “Good day, everyone,” he greeted, acknowledging the crowd respectfully. Surveying the surroundings, he made eye contact with the bald man, and without hesitation, the police swiftly moved towards him, preparing their handcuffs and forming a circle around him. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…” he began, reciting the suspect’s rights as the arrest unfolded.

As the police continued with their arrest protocol, they handcuffed the bald man, who stood frozen in shock, struggling to comprehend the sudden turn of events and the presence of law enforcement at the venue.

The sudden turn of events caught the crowd completely off guard, and all eyes shifted to Hera. Just moments ago, she had been engaged in a verbal altercation with the man, but any suspicion directed toward her quickly dissipated. The altercation had lasted only a few moments, and less than half an hour later, the police arrived, leaving no room for doubt regarding Hera’s involvement.

No one could have fathomed that everything had been meticulously pre-arranged before the race even began. Hera’s role as one of the victims served as a clever disguise to conceal her involvement in the pre-planned arrest—a twist that caught everyone by surprise.

The arrest unfolded in tandem with a flood of evidence surfacing on the internet, shedding light on the bald man’s past atrocities. His deliberate injury to Bry’s uncle was swiftly eclipsed by the mounting evidence of his misdeeds. Even the bald man’s family and uncle were caught off guard and overwhelmed by the deluge of revelations. They were unable to discern whether the onslaught was orchestrated by their family’s competitors or the enemies of the judge. With each revelation, their family’s dark secrets emerged one after another, like mushrooms sprouting in the rain.

Hera played her part convincingly, appearing to be just another spectator among the crowd. Like everyone else, she wore a mask of surprise as she witnessed the person she had been talking to just moments ago being dragged away by the police. The sight of him squealing in protest was a stark contrast to the composed facade he had maintained earlier.

Witnessing her plan unfold without a hitch, Hera breathed a sigh of relief. She had no intention of revealing her involvement or confronting anyone about it. She understood all too well that doing so would only bring more trouble, not just for herself but also for those close to her, like Bry and his family, who lacked the means to protect themselves. The risk of inviting the enemy’s anger and retaliation upon them was too great, and Hera was determined to shield them from harm at all costs.

She wasn’t naive enough to allow such a risk. Hera understood all too well that desperate individuals often resort to increasingly ruthless methods. She refused to take any chances, especially considering the ruthless nature of the people she had just dealt with. If they valued human life so little, there was no telling what extreme measures they might employ to achieve their goals.

Hence, Hera opted for this particular approach in dealing with them. She had weighed numerous factors, not just her own safety. Furthermore, she refused to emulate the characters in novels who foolishly throw themselves into the fire to test their enemies’ methods, all for the sake of gathering evidence against them or for the story’s development.

In Hera’s philosophy, if evidence doesn’t exist, create it, and if opportunities don’t present themselves, make them. However, she drew a firm line at compromising her safety or that of others. The risks taken during the race were already pushing the limits, and she refused to gamble with her life. She cherished her one and only life and had no intention of playing the daredevil. The thought of her grandfather’s potential reaction filled her with uncertainty—she dreaded the idea of causing him pain or disappointment.

He might even recall the anguish he experienced when he lost his son and daughter-in-law. Hera wasn’t foolish enough to reopen such a deep wound by causing him unnecessary worry.

Gerald and Cindy remained conspicuously absent from the venue, opting to operate discreetly from the shadows to ensure the fiasco remained disconnected from Hera or Bry’s family just to make sure that Hera’s plan was foolproof and wouldn’t be traced back to her. The rapid sequence of events left everyone stunned and immobile, struggling to comprehend the unfolding story—especially those present who were unaware of the internet chatter surrounding the incident.

Initially, many assumed the police arrested him solely for the failed attack during the race. After discussing this theory, everyone seemed to agree, nodding in understanding. With that settled, they resumed the festivities, celebrating Hera’s victory with newfound fervor. The consensus was that the bald man had indeed attempted to play dirty, only to be caught in the act by law enforcement, thus becoming an embarrassment to the tournament.

After the tumultuous events were resolved, the tournament organizers swiftly dispatched their representatives to coordinate with the authorities, ensuring that the incident wouldn’t tarnish the entire tournament or implicate others. With the situation under control, they proceeded with the award distribution and attended to any remaining logistical needs and acknowledgments.

“Hera, are you alright?” The man in the suit approached Hera directly. Throughout the ordeal, Hera had been hiding her face in Xavier’s chest, unable to discern who had arrived until she heard a familiar voice. However, she was too overwhelmed to process the situation fully.

With the situation resolved and the wait for the recognition underway, the spectators gradually returned to their seats in the bleachers. Xavier, however, remained steadfast in his support of Hera, refusing to let go of her. He insisted that she was still shaken and in need of comfort, and no one objected, allowing him to provide the reassurance she sought.

As the ceremony unfolded, the people already forgot the shenanigans that happened as if it was a story that happened centuries ago, the newcomer stood beside them, locked in a silent standoff with Xavier. It was evident to both of them that they shared the same concern. “Why are you holding onto her so tightly?” the man questioned Xavier, his tone carrying a sharp edge and sourness.

Xavier remained silent, gently holding Hera’s head in place to prevent her from turning towards the newcomer. His lips tightened in tension. With the arrival of the newcomer, the Director’s camera had been fixated on them, capturing every moment. The newcomer, akin to a Greek god descended to the mortal realm, drew the attention of viewers away from the arrest entirely. The audience couldn’t stop buzzing about the trio of eye-catching individuals standing so close together.

As the Variety Show draws to a close, Hera and her companions bask in the glory of their race’s victory, which has only added to the show’s popularity. This surge in attention is further amplified by the unexpected turn of events and the sudden appearance of a high-profile celebrity like the CEO.

With the arrival of the CEO and Best Actor, everyone’s attention shifts to the unfolding drama, deeming it far juicier than the earlier events involving the balding man and his arrest. The audience conveniently erases that memory, eager to focus on the upcoming face-off between these prominent figures for the spotlight.

Even the Director held his breath as they watched Xavier engage in a tense staredown with the man. Despite the man’s attempt to pull Hera towards him, he hesitated, fearing he might harm her, given Xavier’s firm grip.

[HeraismySister: OMG!!! He’s like a Greek God in suits!!!]

[AuntieNextDoor: I’m having a hard time choosing who to choose to ship with my little sister Hera!!!! Argh!]

[JustReading: Can anyone tell me who this eye candy is?]

[Xoxo: @JustReading no idea too. I was still too busy processing what happened with the man who was trying to attack Goddess Hera when the atmosphere suddenly shifted and another immortal descended from the heavens.]

[GoldenLight: Why’s he there?! ･ﾟ✧(⊙_☉)]

[FatherOfCaduceus: I should have joined them. Doctors would have been more useful than him.]

[EntertainmentKing: Tsk!]

[Dave_Carson: Oh! Who is he? Do you guys know him? ┏○ ＼(ﾟ 0ﾟ ;)/┓]

“Ah! Leo!” Upon hearing the familiar voice she had been contemplating moments earlier, she found it strikingly recognizable. His voice was even better than she remembered from her memory.

Hearing his name on her lips, Leo’s smile widened with genuine happiness. His gaze locked onto Hera, though Xavier’s hand obstructed his view. Leo’s eyes shifted from Xavier’s hand to his face, and he responded with a taunting smile as if to say, “Even if you try to blindfold her, she recognizes me.” Then, Leo’s eyes crinkled with warmth as he took a step closer, gently grasping Hera’s arm. “I’m glad you still remember me,” he said softly.