The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 608

Chapter 608: Chapter 608 Tighten The Security
Before long, Hera and the others were escorted by police cars and traffic enforcers as they made their way to the venue.

The scene was nothing short of spectacular—like a foreign president visiting the country. The long convoy passed through the streets of Barcelona, drawing the attention of everyone around.

Passersby couldn’t help but turn their heads, captivated by the procession that moved through the city with an air of importance.

The procession was led by two patrol police cars, followed by a few sleek black Rolls Royce.

In the center, an extended Rolls Royce Phantom, bearing the special license plate AV7777, glided smoothly through the streets.

At the rear, another two police patrol cars brought up the end, while traffic enforcers on motorcycles cleared the way, with more enforcers positioned at the very back of the convoy.

The unusual sight piqued the curiosity of the locals, who watched with wide eyes, their intrigue growing as the procession passed by.

Hera didn’t forget the fans who had traveled all the way from their home country to support her in Barcelona.

She made sure to arrange a private bus to shuttle them from the airport to the venue, and then to their lodging.

When it was time for them to leave, the bus would take them back to the airport.

She also assigned a few of her bodyguards to keep an eye on her fans, ensuring they wouldn’t fall into any trouble while in a foreign land, knowing that no one else would be there to look after them during their stay.

Because of Hera’s thoughtful actions, her fans felt even more certain that they had made the right choice in idolizing her.

They felt valued and appreciated, knowing their dedication had not been taken for granted. As a result, Hera’s name became even more talked about on the internet—especially due to the recent attack and the way she treated her fans, which only strengthened the public’s resolve to help her seek justice.

Her livestream viewers surged to the point where it nearly crashed the platform.

Fortunately, Betty, who had foreseen the potential fallout, had already taken the necessary precautions and prepared in advance, which was why she hadn’t joined Hera in Barcelona.

The sight of the Rolls-Royce convoy was already enough to turn heads, but with the police escort leading the way, Hera’s entrance became even more spectacular.

As the procession made its way through the crowd, the packed venue buzzed with curiosity.

The convoy continued on until it reached the staff-only entrance, where it came to a graceful stop, reminiscent of a red carpet event or a royal send-off.

Spectators paused in their tracks, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before them.

Handsome men emerged from the vehicles, but the moment everyone was waiting for came when a slender hand reached out from the car.

Leo stood outside, hand extended, waiting for Hera to take it, signaling the moment everyone had been anticipating.

Leo had intended to lift Hera out of the car, just as he had done after the incident, but Hera hesitated.

She couldn’t bear the thought of appearing vulnerable in front of the crowd, of being seen as a princess who relied solely on the men around her to succeed.

The last thing she wanted was for people to believe her strength came from others, not from her own abilities. Unfortunately, it was all too easy for society to view women as needing men to get ahead, and once that belief took root, it would be hard to shake.

Hera knew that, as the future leader of a few hundred trillion-dollar consortium, she couldn’t afford to give anyone that impression. If they saw weakness, they would exploit it—something she couldn’t allow if she were to protect her family’s legacy and maintain control.

Hera wasn’t actually scared by what she saw; startled, yes, but not shaken. If anything, it only strengthened her resolve to win the race.

The attack wasn’t random—it was deliberate. Someone had sent an assailant to disfigure her for a reason.

Why else would they target her with such cruelty on her way to the race as soon as she stepped foot in Barcelona, if not to keep her from participating in the race and stealing the spotlight on the international stage?

The plan was clear: once she was splashed with sulfuric acid, she would be rushed to the hospital, where the doctors would prevent her from leaving.

That would leave her with no choice but to withdraw from the race. But Hera refused to let that happen. She would not allow her enemies to control her actions.

Whoever orchestrated the attack didn’t want Hera to win the race.

It could be the sponsors she had offended, a rival competitor, or other factors she hadn’t yet uncovered.

But once news of the incident went viral online, Gerald, watching the livestream in his office, was immediately alerted.

He swiftly activated his network and sent his people to track down the person behind the attack.

Meanwhile, the security detail around Hera intensified, forming a protective barrier around her like a shell. No one, aside from those already assigned to her and Leo’s group, could get close.

Hera’s fans, however, understood the reasoning behind the heightened security.

While they were en route to the venue, Dave had taken the opportunity to explain to Hera’s supporters why things were happening the way they were.

He made sure they knew that the extra precautions were out of concern for her safety, and not because she didn’t appreciate their unwavering support.

Hera felt deeply grateful for Dave’s thoughtful actions and appreciated the effort he put into looking out for her, so she allowed them to handle things as they saw fit, allowing her to focus entirely on her goal for the day: winning the race.

As soon as she stepped inside and her team made their way toward the garage, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of many eyes on them.

Some were curious, others hostile, especially from the other race participants. They cast furtive, questioning glances, some even suspecting that one of the men around her might be Phantom.

However, none of them realized that it was Hera they should be focused on. They were too preoccupied with the men accompanying her, assuming they were the ones pulling the strings and had only brought Hera along to watch.

As soon as Hera reached her team’s garage, Danny began ranting, quickly filling the rest of the team in on the events that had unfolded before their arrival.

The story shocked everyone, their faces etched with a mix of horror, fear, and indignation as they processed the news of the attack.

It became clear that this wasn’t a personal vendetta, as Hera didn’t have any known enemies with a grudge deep enough to warrant such a devious plot.

The team could only guess at who might be behind it, with the most likely culprits being the sponsors.

They suspected the sponsors had orchestrated the attack as a warning—aimed not only at Hera but also at anyone else who might dare to challenge their power.

It seemed like an effort to ruin Hera’s future, to send a message that they were untouchable, and to remind everyone that crossing them would have severe consequences.