The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 509

Chapter 509: Chapter 509 Pressure Them Until They Crumble
Even the drivers at the front of the pack began to feel the pressure, their nerves showing as they saw the black car closing in on them.

Sweat dripped down their faces as they floored the gas in a desperate attempt to maintain their lead.

Meanwhile, Michael was furiously cursing inside his car, angry that his team members had failed to block Hera.

But even he had no choice but to push the pedal to the metal, trying to keep up.

No matter how hard they accelerated, they still had to slow down for the curves.

Hera, however, was a different story.

Using her signature triangular drifting technique, she effortlessly maintained her speed through the turns, gaining ground on the leaders with each passing second.

Her relentless pursuit only added to their frustration, as they realized that Hera, who had started behind them, was now breathing down their necks, increasing the pressure with every lap.

Finally, the pressure got to them, and they lost their cool. Without thinking, they floored the pedal, abandoning any thought of braking for the upcoming turns.

They were already on the third lap, with several more to go before the winner could be decided. Every lap was crucial, as the rankings could shift in an instant.

But with Hera breathing down their necks, the tension was palpable, and their composure started to crack.

Michael, in particular, felt the weight of it.

He had already been defeated by Hera once, and the memory of that loss only fueled his frustration as she closed in on him again.

Hera, on the other hand, was still able to increase her speed, but for now, she was enjoying tormenting the four racers in the lead—especially Michael.

Her fans, watching the mischievous glint in her eyes and hearing her occasional giggles, couldn’t help but laugh along every time they saw the leaders’ faltering confidence.

It seemed like every time they lost their composure, whether by skidding on the pavement or bumping into each other, their positions would shift, opening the door for those trailing behind.

Despite this, Hera did an excellent job of holding on to 5th place, never allowing anyone to pass her.

It soon became clear to everyone that the others were playing right into Hera’s hands, unable to do anything as her superior technical skills kept them at bay.

Those behind her could only hope for a top-ten finish, while Hera’s dominance made it feel like there were two different races unfolding on the same track.

Hera couldn’t help but giggle to herself, knowing that, for now, the race was hers to control.

With only two laps remaining, Hera’s mischievous glint in her eyes vanished, replaced by a steely focus.

Her eyes sharpened as she reached for the gear shift, changing gears with precision before pushing her car to the limit, her speed surging once again.

By now, Michael and the other three leaders had succumbed to the relentless pressure Hera had been putting on them.

Mentally drained and tense, they thought they had already seen everything she could do.

But when Hera finally decided to turn it up a notch, they were in for a shock.

Her black car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, leaving them in the dust.

Michael gritted his teeth, flooring the gas to catch up to Hera, staying right on her tail.

He even bumped her a few times, trying to push her into the guardrail.

But Hera wasn’t one to back down.

Her eyebrow arched, eyes narrowing in concentration.

Without breaking a sweat, she delivered a quick, calculated bump to Michael’s car, sending him swerving.

He struggled to regain control, but Hera’s move had been swift and forceful, throwing him off balance.

In a split second, Michael lost control and crashed into the guardrail, his race ending abruptly.

Meanwhile, none of his teammates managed to finish, as the first two from his team were already taken out before they even had a chance to compete.

With Michael’s “No Finish” status, his team was effectively out of the race. His new team erupted in frustration, cursing and kicking the air as they watched their name grayed out on the leaderboard.

They couldn’t help but vent their anger at Michael.

They had chosen to send him and his team, believing their performance would outshine their rivals, but no one could have predicted this disaster.

If they had stuck with their original team, they might have at least secured a spot in the top ten. But now, regret was useless—there was no turning back.

As a result of this incident, Michael’s fate was sealed. Hera never intended to disqualify him or his team, but they had chosen to play dirty.

If they had stayed in their own lane and followed the rules, she wouldn’t have needed to take such drastic action. But since they didn’t, they couldn’t really blame her for what happened.

Hera snorted, her voice sharp and laced with satisfaction. “Serves you right.” It was as if she had just delivered the final blow to someone who had been bullying her.

Her fans erupted in laughter as they watched Michael storm out of his car, fury evident as he kicked the tires in frustration.

After taking out Michael, Hera wasted no time in pushing her car to its limits once more, increasing the gap between her and the second-place racer with each passing second.

By the time she crossed the finish line, the rest of the pack was still far behind, struggling to catch up.

The win was so dominating that no one could question or scrutinize it.

The entire venue fell silent, as if deserted, with only the distant roar of race cars breaking the stillness. Even the commentator was left speechless.

Hera had done it again—breaking another record, but this time, it was her own, leaving her competitors trailing far behind in the dust.

It wasn’t until all the cars had caught up and come to a stop that the commentator finally snapped back to reality.

On the big screen, a new name flashed next to the new record: “Hera Ainsley.” Her name had replaced “Phantom,” but by now, it was clear to everyone that Hera was Phantom.

She had just shattered her own record, and the national broadcast had captured every second.

With cameras set up inside her car to ensure no one could question her identity, it was undeniable—this victory was hers, and no one could dismiss it.

“Holy freaking molly! Apologies for the language, but damn, Phantom’s done it again! She’s not only shattered another speed record, but she also dominated the top racers and disqualified the former ace of the National Race Team! Now, I get it—this is why the NRT manager was so determined to bring Miss Hera on board, even if it meant letting go of their ace!”

The audience erupted in a standing ovation, their applause and cheers echoing through the venue as they went wild, overwhelmed by the incredible race they had just witnessed.

Even after the race ended, they could still feel their hearts pounding, their blood racing with excitement from the thrilling spectacle they had experienced firsthand.