The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 508

Chapter 508: Chapter 508 Step On The Gas And Let the Car Fly
Some of Michael’s fans took it upon themselves to compare the footage from the cameras inside Hera’s car and the one on her chest with the broadcast on national TV, making sure there were no signs of a stunt double or any conspiracy surrounding Hera’s racing.

Only when they were certain that Hera was truly driving on her own did they quietly settle down and watch.

Michael, in his car at the front, No. 5, glanced at his rearview mirror and saw Hera’s car just a few vehicles behind him.

A smirk spread across his face as he eagerly revved his engine, followed by the other racers.

They all hoped to intimidate Hera by revving their engines loudly, but she remained as calm as ever, unfazed.

They believed she was pretending to be cool and collected, hiding her fear deep inside.

Some even speculated that she would be too scared to start when the lights turned green, which would embarrass her and cause her confident façade to crumble.

Everyone was expecting her to make a fool of herself.

Meanwhile, Hera calmly checked her controls, adjusted her rearview mirror, and buckled her seatbelt before starting the engine and giving it a gentle rev.

Her eyes were fixed on the light, still red, as the commentator began his opening remarks.

He introduced the crowd’s favorites to the viewers and attendees, briefly touching on Hera, who had stirred up so much controversy and anticipation for this race.

Her use of an exact replica of Phantom’s race car was mentioned, but aside from that, the commentator didn’t have much to say about her technical stats before moving on to the other 22 racers on the track.

As the countdown timer appeared on the digital screen, the lights shifted to yellow, and all the racers revved their engines in preparation.

When the lights finally turned green, Michael was the first to floor the pedal, shooting ahead and taking the lead, followed closely by one of the race’s other favorites.

Hera, on the other hand, was quickly flanked by several racers, particularly members of Michael’s team, who positioned themselves alongside her.

They purposely let others pass, all the while trying to block her and stall her progress, aiming to drag her out of the race as much as possible.

“These people really haven’t learned their lesson,” Hera murmured, her voice captured by the microphone of the camera on her chest.

Her smirking eyes were caught by the camera mounted just in front of her passenger seat as she glanced at both sides of her car, where she was clearly being flanked and boxed in.

Even the spectators and commentator were taken aback by the obvious pressure Michael’s team was putting on her.

Hera’s fans were immediately enraged by the blatant bullying Michael’s team was displaying in front of the crowd.

However, when they saw the mischievous glint in Hera’s eyes, the comment section fell silent as everyone waited to see what she had planned.

Hera didn’t leave them in suspense for long.

She suddenly eased off the throttle and slammed on the brakes, causing the two cars flanking her to collide, their sides scraping against each other as they skidded across the pavement.

Without missing a beat, Hera shifted gears, surged forward, and rejoined the race, flooring the gas and showing no intention of using the brakes again.

Her aggressive and ruthless driving left everyone gasping.

She didn’t drive like a typical girl—she was far more decisive than the other racers, who would have faltered at the risk of causing an accident.

But it was clear why she had to act the way she did.

If she had continued to be flanked by two cars without making a move or slowing down, she would’ve inevitably been forced into an accident and eliminated from the race before it even began.

And since Michael’s team was so determined to take her out, Hera saw no reason to hold back or show any decency or respect.

“It’s not like I’m planning to let them bully this fragile lady,” Hera murmured again, though a devilish grin played across her face—far from the expression of someone being bullied.

Hera’s fans couldn’t help but share a knowing smirk as they realized she wasn’t just a skilled racer, but a force to be reckoned with.

Her dominance on the track was clear, and they silently anticipated her rise, sensing that Hera was about to emerge as the dark horse of the race.

And just like that, Hera’s black car surged forward, picking up speed as it smoothly overtook the other racers.

Within seconds, she caught up to those lagging behind the pack, swiftly passing five cars almost effortlessly.

The spectators, along with the commentators, shifted their attention from the front of the pack to Hera, who was steadily climbing up the ranks with no intention of slowing down.

They held their breath as her car zipped past three more cars in the blink of an eye.

Her car didn’t just look like a dark horse—it was more like a panther on the hunt, relentless and graceful.

Then, someone attempted to block her again, cutting off her path every time she tried to overtake.

Instead of sticking to the usual approach, Hera decided to take matters into her own hands.

On the next turn, she floored the gas and made an aggressive, sharp turn.

Everyone expected her to crash into the edge of the curve, but what they saw was nothing short of incredible.

She executed a perfect, near-impossible turn—not a simple drift, but something like a triangular drift—and in an instant, she shot past the car ahead of her, taking the outside lane.

“Gasp That was Phantom’s move!!!”

“She’s Phantom! I know it for sure! I saw Phantom race with my own eyes!”

The spectators, whether watching live or from behind the screen, erupted in excitement as they recognized the signature move Hera had just executed.

Everyone was now on their feet, eyes glued to the big screen, where the camera focused on the black car relentlessly passing one racer after another, steadily climbing into the top five.

“Holy molly! Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like we’ve truly witnessed the impossible—a pie falling from the sky! We’re being graced with the sight of Phantom emerging from her hiding and racing for the National Team!”

The commentator exclaimed excitedly into the mic, his voice full of energy.

He perched on the edge of his seat, banging his fist on the table in front of him, unable to contain his excitement.

The comment section of Hera’s livestream was flooded with exclamation points, as her 30k viewers quickly surged to 60k.

Everyone was eager to see what Hera was experiencing from the driver’s seat and how she was maneuvering inside the car.

The viewership continued to climb, reaching 100k, then soaring to 1.5 million in mere seconds.

The sudden spike in viewers came after Hera’s stunning rise from the back of the pack, effortlessly overtaking five cars.

The numbers skyrocketed even further after her jaw-dropping triangular drift, which left everyone in awe.

What the viewers saw was Hera remaining completely composed inside the car.

She didn’t look like she was struggling at all with the complex maneuvers she had just executed.

Her eyes curved into crescents as she caught sight of the frustrated expressions of the racers she had passed.

With a quiet confidence, she shifted gears again, increasing her speed in a way no one expected.

Her car, already flying down the track, seemed to defy the limits as she effortlessly pushed it even faster.