The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 479

Chapter 479: Chapter 479 Rafael And Minerva On The Run 2
“Where’s Minerva?” Rafael’s voice was low and menacing, laced with a palpable threat.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming oppressively heavy and chilling, yet Alexi remained oblivious to the danger, his senses dulled by alcohol.

At that moment, Rafael exuded the cold, dangerous aura of a Mafia boss on the edge, ready to pull the trigger at the slightest provocation.

His eyes burned with fury as he towered over Alexi, his presence menacing and commanding.

“Where’s Minerva?” Rafael repeated, his voice dangerously calm.

But this time, without waiting for a response, his anger erupted, and he kicked Alexi hard in the stomach.

His patience had run dry, and the lack of an answer only fueled his rage further.

Cough!

Cough!

Alexi coughed violently, struggling to prop himself up after the brutal kick.

Pain shot through his body with every breath, and he winced, gasping for air. It felt as if not only his ribs but his mind had been jolted awake.

Slowly, the fog of drunkenness began to lift, and his awareness of the situation sharpened. He could finally grasp the gravity of the danger looming over him.

“How did you get into my place?! Get out!” Hatred flared in Alexi’s eyes as he locked onto Rafael.

Fear no longer held any sway over him—only rage.

With nothing left to lose, Alexi’s anger boiled over.

He knew, deep down, that his downfall had everything to do with Hera’s suitors, particularly Rafael.

His ambitions might have been grand, but he wasn’t a fool. It was clear that Rafael had orchestrated his blacklisting, and once Rafael took a stance against him, the other companies had followed suit, boldly shutting him out.

Now, staring at the man he held responsible for his ruin, Alexi’s hatred overshadowed any remnants of fear.

Seeing Rafael standing in his apartment ignited something explosive within Alexi.

His anger and hatred surged to new heights, burning fiercely in his eyes. But Rafael didn’t care—he wasn’t the least bit intimidated by Alexi.

What truly infuriated Rafael wasn’t just that his sister was missing and Alexi was being unhelpful.

It was the thought that Hera, the woman he cherished, had once lived in this very apartment, sharing a life with the man now in front of him.

The idea that Hera had been in a relationship with this scumbag only fueled Rafael’s rage, making him even more sensitive and irritable.

Rafael’s fists clenched involuntarily, and the urge to bash Alexi’s face is almost overwhelming.

Blacklisting him from the entertainment industry no longer felt sufficient; Rafael wanted to ensure Alexi’s downfall was permanent, that he’d never rise again.

The thought of letting him off easily was infuriating.

But despite his boiling rage, Rafael held himself back. He knew that finding his sister took priority.

There would be plenty of time later to make Alexi pay for everything—once Minerva was safe.

Rafael crouched down in front of Alexi, his long legs spread wide, sitting back on his heels.

He locked eyes with Alexi’s hatred-filled gaze, unflinching.

With a cold, deliberate movement, Rafael reached out with his leather-gloved hand, gripping Alexi’s hair tightly.

He yanked it, forcing Alexi to meet his intense, domineering stare—eyes that radiated oppressive power and barely contained fury.

“Where’s Minerva? Where are you hiding my sister?” Rafael growled through gritted teeth, his voice low and seething with barely restrained fury.

His temper was dangerously close to boiling over, but he forced himself to hold back—he needed answers, and he needed them fast.

“Oh? Your sister?” Alexi sneered, his voice slurred with bitterness and a twisted sense of satisfaction.

“Did she come here again, begging for me to fuck her brains out?”

He laughed darkly, almost delirious, knowing full well how much Rafael cherished his sister.

If Rafael didn’t care so much, he wouldn’t have let Minerva run wild like a spoiled princess.

Alexi, remembering that this was his ace, wanted to twist the knife.

He wanted Rafael to know that no matter how powerful he was, Minerva still sought him out—coming back to him, acting like a little slut.

It was a final, desperate attempt to assert some control, to get under Rafael’s skin, to prove that he still had something Rafael couldn’t take away.

After spending enough time in the entertainment industry, Alexi had learned how to read socialites—their arrogance, their fragile pride.

The thought of humiliating someone as conceited as Minerva, of dragging her down to his level, thrilled him.

And now, seeing the fury twisting Rafael’s face, Alexi felt an almost sickening glee. It was a rare moment of control in his spiraling life, and he relished every second of it.

Alexi, sensing Rafael’s breaking point, pushed further, eager to see just how far he could go.

“Well, as you can see, I’m in no shape to give your sister what she craves right now. Maybe she found herself a gigolo to scratch that itch. After all, she likes it rough, doesn’t she? Who would’ve thought—”

Before Alexi could finish, Rafael’s patience snapped.

In one swift motion, he grabbed Alexi and slammed his head onto the ground with a sickening thud.

His restraint had finally burned away, leaving nothing but raw, seething rage.

-Crack…

The force of the slam was so brutal that the bodyguards standing nearby heard a sickening crack.

They all winced and exchanged silent, uneasy glances—they knew exactly what that sound meant.

Blood began to pool around Alexi’s head as he lay motionless, but Rafael didn’t flinch. He stared down at Alexi with cold, unforgiving eyes, as if the man was already dead to him.

“Take care of this,” Rafael barked at one of the bodyguards before storming out of the apartment.

“Sir, but what about finding out where Miss Minerva is?” one of the bodyguards asked nervously, trailing behind Rafael.

His hands fidgeted as he gathered the courage to voice his concern, knowing full well how volatile Rafael’s temper could be.

“He doesn’t know where Minerva is,” Rafael said coldly.

“Check all the CCTV footage at the mansion—quietly. If it’s been erased, try to recover it. If you can’t, get Sasha the hacker and offer her whatever it takes to retrieve it. We need to find my sister today. No excuses.”

“Understood, sir!” The bodyguard snapped to attention and immediately scrambled to carry out his orders.

He contacted the IT team to start retrieving the CCTV footage from the mansion and, while at it, reached out to his contacts on the dark web.

He posted a high-priority request for Sasha, offering a hefty ten million reward to ensure her swift cooperation.

Rafael was seething with rage. The thought of his sister being degraded and humiliated by the very man she had once loved and defended against her family was unbearable.

Minerva had fought for Alexi, only to be treated like a disposable object, like a mere whore.

Rafael couldn’t even fathom how devastated Minerva would be if she had heard the vile things Alexi said about her in front of her own brother.

It was crystal clear now—Alexi had never truly loved Minerva.

He had used her for her family’s resources, with her body as a convenient bonus.

The fact that Alexi had the audacity to say these things so openly to him only proved that Minerva meant nothing to him.