The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 489

Chapter 489: Chapter 489 Rafael And Minerva On The Run 12
But the silence only fueled the captives’ desperation; they began to scream hysterically, their cries echoing in the corridor as fear took hold of them, amplifying the tension in the air.

“Don’t worry, we’ll come back to rescue all of you,” Rafael said, his voice steady yet pained.

He turned to leave, but his words only intensified the pleas of the women, their desperation echoing through the room.

“No, please take us now!”

“Don’t leave us here!”

“Please, don’t go!”

As the desperate cries of the women grew louder, Rafael and his two bodyguards hurriedly pulled Minerva along, making a swift escape from the cells.

Minerva stumbled a few times, but she didn’t complain, allowing Rafael to guide her along without resistance.

Unaware of her quiet obedience which was unheard of, Rafael’s focus was entirely on finding a safe way out.

With each step away from the cells, the shouts grew louder, echoing through the corridors, intensifying their urgency to escape.

Young girls started sobbing, their voices piercing through the commotion, pleading to be freed from that dark place.

When Rafael and his guards finally emerged from the underground, the harsh sounds of the women’s cries reverberated through the open door, chilling them to the core.

Their faces went pale, a cold dread settling in as they realized the weight of the situation sinking in, this loud noise would surely reach the ears of the guards eating in the dining hall.

They sprinted as fast as they could, knowing it was only a matter of time before the men in the dining room, who surely heard the commotion, would be alerted.

Instead of retracing their steps to the original entry point, they opted for the opposite direction.

Fortunately, this part of the stronghold was still clear of guards.

Sasha, watching live CCTV feeds remotely, guided them through their earpieces, all while cleverly playing pre-recorded footage in the stronghold’s monitoring room to avoid detection.

Their escape depended on speed and stealth, and Sasha’s navigation proved to be invaluable in staying a step ahead.

When Rafael and the others reached the second floor, they quickly ducked into a room and peered out the window.

Guards were still posted around the area, making a swift exit impossible.

Soon, they heard shouting from within the building—likely men trying to silence the women who were still crying and shouting in the underground cells.

The tension was mounting, and with every passing second, the urgency to find a safe way outgrew even stronger.

Rafael and the others felt a wave of anxiety as they considered the possibilities.

They didn’t know if the women in the cells might give them away out of spite for not rescuing them or if the guards would soon realize Minerva was missing.

Either scenario posed a serious risk, especially since Sasha had warned that the stronghold had trained hunting hounds that could track them quickly.

Their hearts pounded with tension, but they focused on staying calm, determined not to let fear cloud their judgment or cause them to miss any critical escape opportunities.

The three exchanged glances, focusing on steadying their breathing, but in their haste, they overlooked Minerva’s condition.

She was struggling quietly, her legs still regaining function, her senses gradually coming back but in short, she couldn’t feel her body properly so her body’s coordination was a mess.

Trembling, she fought the waves of fear resurfacing as memories of her abduction flooded her mind—the helplessness, the terror.

Yet, she remained silent, forcing herself to stay strong; after all, her brother was here now, risking everything to rescue her.

She clung to that thought, her resolve hardening despite her body’s lingering weakness.

She instinctively tightened her grip on Rafael’s hand, seeking comfort, and he responded by squeezing her hand reassuringly.

After a moment of tense silence, one of the bodyguards, concealed in the shadows nearby, signaled for Rafael and the others to get ready.

Kukuku…

Hoo Hoo…

Hoo Hoo-

The hoot of a night owl resonated through the forest, blending seamlessly into the familiar sounds of the night.

The guards stationed around the perimeter paid little mind to it; after all, they had heard those owls nearly every evening, and such noises were nothing out of the ordinary.

They continued their patrol, unaware of the brewing tension.

But soon, the calm was shattered by a flurry of shouts echoing from the stronghold. Rafael and the two bodyguards exchanged anxious glances, realizing that their cover had been blown.

“Find them! Make sure they don’t escape this place—kill them if you have to!” An angry roar reverberated through the stronghold, sending a jolt of fear through Minerva.

She began to tremble, her eyes glazing over as panic threatened to overwhelm her.

Rafael quickly turned to her, offering reassuring words, but inside, he too was gripped by anxiety.

BOOM-

A loud explosion rocked the stronghold, causing the ground to tremble beneath them.

The sudden blast silenced everyone inside, a hush falling over the chaos before the air erupted again with frantic shouting.

“We’re under attack! Gear up!” Frantic voices echoed throughout the stronghold, and even the guards stationed outside dashed toward the source of the explosion.

Once they confirmed that the area was secure, Rafael’s two bodyguards quickly lowered a rope for him and Minerva to climb down.

Rafael carefully helped Minerva reach the ground, guiding her toward the forest where the other bodyguard awaited.

Meanwhile, the two bodyguards on the second floor swiftly coiled the rope and secured it on their shoulders, determined to eliminate any evidence of their escape route.

They knew leaving the rope behind could alert pursuers to their location, allowing the enemy to concentrate their efforts in one area.

They preferred to scatter their pursuers, creating confusion and ensuring they could manage any potential pursuers if their forces had been spread thin around the forest.

However, once the hounds were unleashed, they understood the stakes would change dramatically.

But by then, they hoped to have put enough distance between themselves and the stronghold, buying precious time before the enemy could catch up.

After securing the rope, the two bodyguards leaped from the window as if in an action film, landing gracefully on their feet.

They rolled upon impact to dissipate the force, quickly regaining their balance.

Once steady, they sprinted toward the forest, following the path Rafael and Minerva had taken.

Rafael and the others sprinted deep into the forest, not daring to look back.

By the time they reached a more secluded area, Minerva began to regain sensation in her body, only to be jolted by a surge of pain.

She grimaced as the realization hit her: her legs and feet throbbed with stinging discomfort, and she was barefoot, her soles battered and wounded.

The hem of her once-white dress was now alarmingly stained with blood, and tattered remnants had snagged on the branches they brushed past.

“Brother, hick, I can’t run anymore! My feet hurt,” Minerva whimpered between hiccups, struggling to keep her voice down to avoid drawing attention to themselves.

When Rafael glanced down at his sister, his heart raced with alarm at the sight before him.

He feared their escape route would be easily traced by their pursuers, drawn in by the scent of blood and the tattered remnants of Minerva’s dress snagged on the branches.