The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 609

Chapter 609: Chapter 609 Cleopatra
While many of her team members suspected the sponsors were behind the attack, Hera thought differently.

Yes, it was possible the sponsors wanted to send a warning—both to her and anyone else who might challenge them—but this level of brutality didn’t seem like their style.

She knew that such an extreme retaliation would inevitably backfire. The sponsors, though powerful, were not so careless as to resort to such reckless measures.

If they were caught, the consequences would be far worse for them, and Hera was certain they would not choose such a method that could risk exposing them.

But Hera couldn’t think of anyone else ruthless enough to go to such lengths.

‘Wait’, she thought, her mind suddenly shifting. ‘There is one possibility.’

The main villain of the story—someone who would stop at nothing to destroy the female lead, using any means necessary. But even as this thought lingered in her mind, she quickly dismissed it.

She couldn’t recall ever offending the main villain. ‘Could it be?’

Was the villain targeting her because part of the female lead’s “halo” now seemed to surround her? The more she considered it, the more it seemed like a stretch. Still, the idea gnawed at her—could it really be that simple?

Hera wasn’t sure about her suspicions—it was just a guess, and while it seemed plausible, it didn’t quite add up.

Since overthinking wouldn’t help, she pushed the thought aside for now. She trusted Gerald to be on the case without needing her to spell it out.

After all, uncovering secrets was his specialty, especially when it came to gathering intel for the Avery family. She was confident that, given time, he would uncover some critical details about the attack.

With that in mind, Hera focused her energy back on the race ahead. As the team busied themselves with last-minute checks on the car, she was handed snacks and drinks to fuel her for the intense competition.

She appreciated the gesture from her team and didn’t hesitate to accept, knowing she’d need every bit of energy.

Sitting with Leo, Dave, Xavier, and Luke, she took a moment to relax and gather her thoughts before the race began.

Xavier knelt down, his hands gently massaging Hera’s feet as if she were in pain from walking so far. In reality, her feet had barely touched the ground, as she had been carried most of the time, leaving her cheeks flushed and shy.

But despite her initial urge to stop him, the sensation of his skilled hands working her feet felt too good to protest. The pressure he applied on the soft arches and pressure points made her sink deeper into her seat, stifling a soft moan of pleasure.

Leo, sitting beside her, also joined in, massaging her arms with a steady rhythm. His touch was firm but caring, working to loosen her muscles and ensure she wouldn’t suffer any cramps during the race.

The combined attention from both men was comforting, leaving her feeling relaxed and ready for the challenges ahead.

Dave and Luke didn’t remain idle either. Dave focused on managing the live stream, ensuring everything ran smoothly while Luke took charge of the snacks for Hera.

He carefully placed a straw in her drink, then brought bite-sized snacks to her lips with a gentle hand, offering her one small morsel at a time.

The viewers, captivated by the sight, couldn’t help but draw comparisons—some even jokingly remarked that it felt like they were witnessing Cleopatra being attended to. The tender, almost regal atmosphere created by the men’s attention left everyone in awe, further amplifying Hera’s presence.

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[XOXO: Dude! I’m suddenly getting this wild thought—could Hera right now be living the life of Cleopatra? Or maybe she’s the reincarnation of Cleopatra herself? Hahaha!]

[JusticeforLove: Bro upstairs, you’re onto something! The way Hera’s being treated right now seriously gives off queen vibes, like Cleopatra surrounded by her concubines. I’m literally having a nosebleed, ugh!]

[JusticeforLove: ( //>///<//)]

[IBelievedYou: Didn’t history say that Cleopatra was known to surpass beauty and was always surrounded by men? I used to think that was just a myth. After all, there are plenty of beautiful women, so I never really believed in the whole ‘unmatched beauty’ thing. But after stumbling upon this livestream, I honestly believe it might be true.]

[IBelievedYou: The girl in this stream, sitting amidst all these handsome men, looks like a blooming rose—thorny, yet incredibly beautiful and regal. The way the men surround her, as if they want to possess her beauty… it’s like something straight out of history books.]

[IBelievedYou: Baby Girl, take my heart please ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡]

Hera couldn’t help but laugh as she listened to Dave reading the comments one by one, his animated expressions and aggrieved tone whenever someone jokingly tried to claim her making her smile.

She knew her fans and supporters were doing their best to lighten the mood after the terrifying ordeal she’d faced.

They likely assumed she was hiding her fear in an effort not to worry them, but instead, it only fueled their enthusiasm to help her shift her focus.

Hera felt a deep sense of gratitude for them, and as her genuine smile stretched across her face, her melodious laughter filled the garage.

It had a calming effect on the National Race Team, their nervous tension easing as they couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her laughter.

With only half an hour left before the race began, Hera made her way to the inner room to change into her racing suit—the same familiar one she always wore when the adrenaline took over, and the thrill of racing surged through her veins.

It was a suit that symbolized freedom, allowing her to shed all inhibitions and embrace the rush.

As she emerged from the changing room, her once soft and gentle gaze had transformed, sharpening like a blade, her focus now as steady and calm as still water.

Her eyes slowly drifted toward her car, now adorned with a new array of sponsor stickers. Dunlop, Pocari Sweat, Puma, Rolex, and other smaller companies—each one proudly displayed, marking the growing support for her journey.

The car, almost unrecognizable under the weight of the logos, still carried its most important feature: the bold number 18, prominently emblazoned across the hood and tail. It was a sight that filled Hera with purpose and determination, knowing she was ready to take on whatever came next.

Hera’s smile widened as she took in each sponsor who had chosen to stand by her, especially after others had backed out, hoping to pressure her into submission.

Prominently displayed on her car was the Avery family’s crest—the largest, the most visible, a symbol of unwavering support.

Right beside it was the logo of Blake’s family’s company, her very first sponsor. But what struck her even more were the additional crests that adorned her car: the companies under Leo, Luke, and Rafael’s names, and even Zhane’s hospital, all proudly displayed.

It no longer looked like mere sponsorship; it felt like a declaration to the world that these companies were backing Hera—not just for the race, but in every sense.

Anyone who thought to challenge her would have to contend with the weight of their support behind her.