The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 332

Chapter 332: Chapter 332 Talking About Minerva’s Involvement 2
Only the Averys and the Hendrix have the means to create such grand spaces and adorn them with treasures without concern. While even the regular private rooms and other pavilions feature a selection of ancient paintings and ceramics, the most exquisite and valuable artworks and decorations were reserved for this pavilion. It seems that pieces not fitting the pavilion’s aesthetic were likely relocated to other rooms and pavilions to ensure nothing went to waste.

Hera, captivated by the pavilion’s exquisite beauty, regretted not having the chance to fully appreciate it during her previous visit. She walked over to the open space and crouched near the edge of the clear water, her eyes fixed on the koi fish gliding gracefully beneath the surface.

It was evident that the landscaper who designed the man-made lake had poured immense thought and care into the project. Aquatic plants were strategically placed to filter the water, ensuring it remained crystal clear and pristine. Beside Pavilion #1, a grand boat was docked, featuring plush, sofa-like seats and a parasol. Adorned with gold engravings, the boat looked as though it were crafted for a royal afternoon parade on their private lake.

Every girl would dream of cruising around that lake in such a magnificent boat, feeding the fish and swans while taking in the breathtaking scenery. As Hera smiled, she was reminded of her childhood fantasies, where she often envisioned herself as a princess experiencing the enchanting moments of royal life.

Not only do they have a mansion with a sprawling flower garden and a greenhouse reminiscent of royal castles, but now they also have this stunning pavilion. Hera couldn’t help but believe that all of this must be the work of her parents or grandfather, meticulously preparing for her return to enjoy these luxuries after more than a decade away.

As Hera looked around and took in the beauty of the place, her heart warmed with appreciation for the effort that had gone into making it so stunning. She felt a deep sense of love for the space and the thoughtfulness behind it.

“I didn’t realize there was a boat like this here,” Rafael remarked, standing behind Hera. He looked around, taking in the boat adorned with gold engravings and crafted from the finest wood. Although he wasn’t particularly interested in boats, he could clearly see that this one was custom-made and likely cost a fortune.

Gerald approached after calling in the staff to prepare the meal. He had already placed the order based on their preferences, ensuring they would be undisturbed while enjoying their time. “I’m aware that Mr. Briley may have heard rumors about this place being reserved exclusively for the Avery Heiress,” Gerald began. “And those rumors are indeed true. This pavilion was meticulously designed and maintained by Old Master Avery as a special gift for his granddaughter upon her return.”

Rafael grasped the significance of Gerald’s words. He understood that the heiress had been studying abroad for many years—sent to a boarding school in her youth and then to Princeton for her college years. With only a few years remaining before she completed her degree, her grandfather had prepared this special gift as a gesture of apology and affection after their long separation. It was a testament to his love for his only kin left.

Rafael knew well that the Averys had many enemies. With only an elderly patriarch and a young heir remaining to lead the family, their adversaries would stop at nothing to erase them and seize what they owned. It was widely believed that the old master had sent his granddaughter to a boarding school precisely to protect her from these threats, ensuring her safety while he managed the family’s affairs.

Hera understood Gerald’s words most deeply, as she was the granddaughter he mentioned. She felt a profound sense of longing and warmth from her grandfather’s love and dedication over the years. The Old Master Avery, unaware that Hera had known her true status for a long time, had been tirelessly working to protect her and safeguard her interests while fighting at the forefront against their adversaries.

Hera felt an even stronger resolve to protect those who loved and cared for her. Once her emotions settled and her determination solidified, she, Gerald, and Rafael all took their seats at the round table positioned in the center of the pavilion. Rafael settled on her right side, while Gerald gave them space and took a seat across from them.

As Rafael poured hot tea for Hera, Gerald retrieved a folder from somewhere and handed it to a servant stationed at the corner. The servant then passed the folder to Rafael before exiting the room and closing the door behind him, ensuring complete privacy for their discussion.

“What’s this?” Rafael asked, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. He hesitated to open the folder, feeling a sense of unease.

“Open it, and you’ll find out,” Gerald replied, a teasing hint in his voice.

To ease the tension, Hera interjected, “Actually, Mr. Troy was the one investigating the drugging incident at Dragon Palace Hotel since it falls under their jurisdiction. He needed to look into everyone present at the restaurant that day to identify who might be involved or behind the incident.”

“While Mr. Troy has already identified the mastermind behind the incident, he discovered that one of the visitors that day had connections to some questionable forces,” Hera explained gently. She struggled with how to tell Rafael that his sister was linked to a criminal group that had been under police investigation for some time.

“It’s more than just questionable,” Gerald said. “I initially sought out Miss Ainsley because she’s close to you and might help facilitate a serious discussion about this. My goal is to hand over all the evidence to the police and resolve this matter swiftly. However, since I owe Miss Ainsley for being a victim of an incident on my turf, I wanted to respect her wishes before taking further action. It just so happens that you’re her friend.” His tone carried a hint of taunting and smugness.

“What’s all this about? How am I involved? I don’t recall being at that restaurant or hotel on that day,” Rafael asked, his voice tinged with nervousness. He sensed where this might be heading but found himself in denial, struggling to accept the implications.

“I understand, but you should review the contents of the folder to grasp the situation fully. I’ll answer any questions you may have afterward. Consider Miss Ainsley as the bridge facilitating this discussion. I’ve already had her sign a non-disclosure agreement.” Gerald spoke with such a blend of truth and deceit that Hera didn’t need to offer her own excuses or worry about Rafael questioning her. She could simply observe his reaction and see how he processed the information.

With a trembling hand, Rafael reached for the folder and opened it. The first page gave him an unsettling feeling, though it contained no immediate relevance. As he continued flipping through the pages, his unease grew. The folder revealed a series of disturbing photographs, each more horrifying than the last. Each image depicted various heinous crimes, causing Rafael’s stomach to churn and a sense of nausea to rise in his throat. The graphic content left him feeling increasingly disturbed.