The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 526

Chapter 526: Chapter 526 Mission Accomplished
As Tyler looked up at Dave, who wore a knowing smile, a cold, ruthless glint flickered in his eyes.

He had surrendered, but he wasn’t about to go down alone. If he was going to face the consequences, then everyone who had benefitted from his sacrifices—his family included—would suffer just as much.

They had enjoyed the rewards of his hard work without ever truly appreciating him.

His lips curled into a bitter smirk as he spoke, his voice laced with quiet vengeance, “I surrender, and I will confess to all of my family’s wrongdoings.”

Dave’s smirk deepened as he looked at Tyler. “That’s more like it,” he said coldly, nodding to his men to apprehend the entire Lennon family.

Chaos erupted as Tyler’s family turned on him, hurling curses and blaming him for their downfall and even for his very existence.

Once, their words would have cut him deeply, leaving him questioning his worth. But now, Tyler only felt a hollow amusement at the irony.

He had destroyed himself for their sake—sacrificing his passions and ambitions to fulfill their insatiable greed—and yet, they had not only let him do so but had actively pushed him further into the abyss.

His lips twitched in a bitter smile as he watched his family’s desperation. ‘What a fool I was,’ he thought. ‘But at least I’m not the only one paying the price anymore.’

‘What kind of family is this?’ Tyler mocked himself bitterly as the authorities hauled him away. His thoughts churned with resentment and regret, a storm of emotions he could no longer contain.

Dave approached him, his gaze sharp yet oddly understanding, as though he could see right through Tyler’s fractured soul.

He placed a firm hand on Tyler’s shoulder, speaking in a tone that was both stern and strangely compassionate.

“You’ve surrendered and agreed to confess everything against yourself and your family. That decision will earn you a lighter sentence,” Dave said evenly. “Use that time to reform, to figure out who you are outside of all this. When you leave prison, it won’t be too late to start over and live the life you’ve always wanted.”

Those words struck Tyler like a hammer to his chest, shattering the last remnants of his bravado.

The weight of Dave’s unexpected empathy—so foreign and undeserved—broke him completely.

Tears spilled down his face as he let out a pitiful sob, his body trembling as he was dragged away into custody.

For the first time, the walls he had built around himself crumbled, leaving him vulnerable to the reality of his choices and the slim hope of redemption.

After leaving the docks, Dave headed straight to Hera’s penthouse. Amy, who was gradually becoming accustomed to the steady stream of men visiting the residence, opened the door for him without hesitation.

“Young Miss, Mr. Greyson, and Mr. Montague are already asleep in her room,” Amy informed him matter-of-factly.

She no longer saw the need to tiptoe around the situation, having grown used to the unusual dynamic.

It was clear to her that the seven shared a bond so natural that their sleeping arrangements were hardly worth concealing.

Dave nodded naturally. “Mind if I borrow some spare clothes? I’ll take a shower in the guest room first.”

It wasn’t so much a question as a statement of intent, and Amy, who had anticipated this, was already prepared.

She had stocked the guest room with a selection of new men’s clothing just in case.

Smiling, she guided Dave to the guest room, her job for the night essentially done.

Once he was settled, she retired for the day, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having everything ready ahead of time.

After his shower, Dave quietly made his way to Hera’s room, moving with care to avoid disturbing anyone.

The only light in the room came from a galaxy-themed lamp casting a soft, ethereal glow, enough for him to make out Hera’s silhouette, and the two men flanking her on either side.

Realizing there was no room beside her, Dave sighed inwardly and settled for the space next to Xavier. Exhaustion outweighed his desire to be choosy.

As the bed dipped slightly under Dave’s weight, Xavier stirred briefly but didn’t open his eyes.

He knew, even half-asleep, that it was one of the three men he trusted implicitly.

Content with his spot next to Hera, Xavier showed no intention of budging, his subconscious resolve to stay firmly by her side unshaken.

He would even be so happy to pretend like he was sleeping like a log, seeing Xavier pretending, Dave snorted before he laid down and pulled the blanket over his chest, leaving Xavier without a blanket and cold.

‘Pretend to sleep all you want. Let’s see if your body’s endurance outmatches your acting skills,’ Dave thought with a scoff.

Without hesitation, he wrapped himself tightly in the blanket like a cocoon, ensuring Xavier wouldn’t be able to steal it in his sleep.

The small, competitive gesture brought a faint smirk to his face as he settled in for the night.

The moment Dave’s head hit the pillow, he was out like a light, oblivious to Xavier’s sly movements.

Taking advantage of the situation, Xavier slipped under Hera’s blanket, curling around her like a contented snake.

Far from annoyed about losing his own blanket to Dave, Xavier was more than happy with the trade-off.

If anyone complained tomorrow about his sneaky maneuver, he already had his excuse ready—he’d pin the blame squarely on Dave for “forcing” him to seek warmth elsewhere.

With a sly smirk, Xavier inched even closer to Hera, nestling his nose into the crook of her neck.

She was fortunate she was still on her period—otherwise, these men wouldn’t have been so restrained or silent, and she wouldn’t have been let off so easily.

If Dave had any inkling of how things would unfold, he’d undoubtedly be fuming at Xavier’s cunning audacity, ready to spit fire at the unfair advantage his rival had taken.

The three men were all content and satisfied with their accomplishments for the day. This sense of achievement made them eager to be close to Hera that night, as if it were their well-earned reward.

Hera, understanding their feelings and knowing it wouldn’t harm her, allowed them to indulge. After all, this closeness felt inevitable—a natural progression of their unique bond.

…

Ding…

Ding…

The next morning, the four were jolted awake by a barrage of text messages followed by the loud ringing of a phone.

Dave shot up from his side of the bed, struggling to open his eyes, still cocooned in his blanket.

Xavier, on the other hand, didn’t even bother to open his eyes. He simply pulled Hera closer, lazily ignoring the noise as he tried to drift back to sleep.

Only Luke, ever the sensible one, slowly opened his eyes, stretched, and made his way to the other side of the bed to grab the phone.

“Hello?” Luke’s voice was still raspy, deep, and magnetic, effortlessly captivating the person on the other end.

They paused for a moment, momentarily taken aback, as they tried to steady their breath before looking at the phone in their hand. Luke, ever patient, waited for a response, his eyes drifting to the bed. They lingered on Hera’s peaceful, beautiful sleeping face, almost hidden beneath the blanket. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight.

“Is this Miss Hera Ainsley’s number?” The person stammered on the other end, having double-checked the number.

She couldn’t help but hear the soft chuckle in Luke’s voice, and a wave of butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

Despite the stirring effect his voice had on her, she maintained her professionalism and pressed on with the conversation, though deep down, she longed to hear more of his voice—it felt like it could linger in her ears forever, which seemed to resonate in her ears like an intoxicating melody.

“Yes.”

“May I please speak with her?”

“I’m sorry, she’s still sleeping. She was too tired last night.” Luke answered honestly, unaware that his words could easily be misinterpreted.

On the other end of the line, the nurse’s mind began to wander.

The innocent tone of his words had sparked a whirlwind of impure thoughts, and she felt a flush creep up her neck.

The excitement brewing inside her was almost overwhelming, her heart racing at the thought of what those words could imply.

She struggled to maintain her composure, feeling as though her imagination was running wild.

“U-um, sir, Doctor Everett instructed me to call Miss Hera and inform her that Young Master Briley is expected to wake up this morning. He believes Miss Hera would likely want to be there too,” the nurse explained, her voice trembling slightly as she fought to maintain professionalism.

But inside, her mind was running wild. ‘What they say on the internet is true! Hera Ainsley really is being pampered and protected by all six of those men—maybe even in bed…’

Her thoughts took a more unholy turn, imagining scenarios that had no place in the professional setting she was supposed to be in.

She hadn’t heard Luke’s response yet, but she was so lost in her own thoughts that she hardly noticed the silence on the other end of the line.

“Alright, we’ll be there after breakfast,” Luke replied after a brief pause, his voice steady and calm, as if the chaotic thoughts swirling in the nurse’s mind didn’t even register with him.

“I-I’ll inform Dr. Everett. Once you arrive, please head to private room 662, or you can ask a nurse at the station on the 6th floor to guide you there,” the nurse said, regaining her composure as she delivered the details.

She knew Luke would pass the message on to Hera once she woke up.

After the call ended, she couldn’t help herself—she let out a high-pitched squeal of excitement, causing nearby patients and nurses to glance at her in confusion and concern.