The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 614

Chapter 614: Chapter 614 Envelop In The Clouds
As soon as reporters regained their composure and swarmed toward Hera, eager to get a statement, Leo strode purposefully to her side.

Towering over the crowd, he positioned himself protectively, using his broad frame to shield Hera from the barrage of questions. She was visibly exhausted, and Leo’s actions ensured she wouldn’t be overwhelmed.

“Ms. Phantom, just a quick interview, please!”

“Ms. Phantom, one question—just one!”

The reporters called out in rapid succession, their voices a mix of desperation and excitement.

But Leo’s stern presence made it clear that Hera needed space, and for now, their questions would have to wait.

The reporters attempted to follow Hera to the garage, their determination unwavering. However, Dave, Luke, and Xavier quickly stepped in, forming a formidable barrier to keep them at bay.

Dave, ever the diplomat, took the lead, his calm and authoritative tone commanding attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Dave began, raising his hands slightly to quiet the crowd. “My sweetheart is understandably exhausted after giving her all out there on the track. While we appreciate your enthusiasm, she needs time to rest and recover. We kindly ask for your understanding.”

Pausing briefly to ensure his words sank in, Dave added with a reassuring smile, “Rest assured, if she feels up to it, we’ll arrange a proper press conference where she can address your questions. This way, you’ll all have the chance to prepare, and our Phantom will be ready to meet you in her best form.”

His composed yet protective demeanor left little room for argument, and the reporters reluctantly backed down, understanding the respect he demanded for Hera’s well-being.

Dave’s smile, though outwardly pleasant, carried a sharp, fox-like cunning that made the reporters hesitate.

There was an unspoken warning in his expression—a subtle but unmistakable edge that froze them in their tracks.

The reporters exchanged wary glances, reconsidering their approach. They had all heard whispers of Hera’s grueling schedule: arriving straight from the airport after a reported incident and diving headfirst into the high-stakes race. Her visibly drained appearance only reinforced the narrative.

It wasn’t just Hera’s potential frustration they feared, though. The protective aura radiating from the men surrounding her, especially Dave with his calm yet intimidating composure, made it clear that pushing their luck might lead to consequences.

Begrudgingly, they decided to step back, respecting the unspoken boundary he had firmly set.

The reporters reluctantly stepped back one by one, their expressions tinged with disappointment.

Still, they clung to the short videos and candid photos they had managed to capture of Hera.

The mention of a possible press conference sparked a glimmer of hope among them, prompting a shift in their mood.

Determined to make the most of the opportunity, they began brainstorming thoughtful questions to ask her when the time came.

As they headed back to their respective offices to edit and submit their materials, the atmosphere remained charged.

Meanwhile, Hera’s fans erupted into cheers, their voices echoing with uncontainable pride and joy.

Their unwavering support painted a vivid picture of their admiration, as they celebrated her achievement with heartfelt enthusiasm.

It’s often said that a woman’s greatest rival can be another woman’s jealousy or envy, but it’s equally true that her strongest ally is a woman who shares her heart, vision, and ambition.

The support of women is unwavering and deeply dedicated, and those who now saw Hera as their role model were eager to champion her with genuine admiration.

Their enthusiasm ignited a wave of solidarity, and as a result, Hera’s fanbase expanded exponentially, uniting women from all walks of life who found inspiration in her strength and achievements.

Hera, drained and slightly disoriented from exhaustion, only began to fully register her fatigue after the race.

During the competition, she had been entirely in the zone, her razor-sharp focus blocking out all distractions and external noise.

Now, as Leo guided her back, the weight of her efforts seemed to settle over her like a heavy blanket.

Her limbs felt leaden, and her eyelids drooped involuntarily. The adrenaline that had fueled her earlier had completely dissipated, leaving her body to bear the full brunt of the energy she had exerted.

Leo gently scooped Hera into his arms and carried her to a small room where she could rest.

Not wanting to disturb her sleep, he decided against removing her race suit for the moment.

Instead, he quietly turned on the air conditioner and began softly dabbing away the sweat from her forehead with a cloth.

“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he murmured, his voice tinged with both concern and affection.

As he finished wiping her brow, he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her cheek.

But as his lips brushed against her soft skin and her familiar scent filled the air, that single kiss didn’t feel like enough.

Unable to resist, he pressed another kiss to her forehead, then another to her temple, slowly peppering her face with gentle kisses.

A warm smile spread across his face, brighter and more genuine than it had been in weeks.

Having Hera with him again, so close and within reach, filled him with an overwhelming sense of relief and joy.

No longer did he need to endure the ache of being far from her. His heart swelled, breaking with the sheer happiness of the moment.

Hera, cocooned in the familiar warmth and scent surrounding her, felt an overwhelming sense of relief and belonging.

For the first time in what felt like ages, she completely let go and allowed herself to rest.

Nestled safely in Leo’s arms, she drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. The soft kisses she faintly registered felt like delicate clouds brushing against her skin, easing the tension from her brow.

A small, contented smile tugged at her lips as she napped, reassured by the presence of someone she trusted implicitly.

Meanwhile, outside the room, Dave, Luke, and Xavier had successfully turned away the reporters.

Wasting no time, Luke contacted a company he had connections within the country. In response, a representative was quickly dispatched to assist him.

Luke, ever the strategist, began delegating tasks, many of which involved coordinating with the local police to delve deeper into the incident that had occurred at the airport.

Dave, on his part, reached out to a politician he had become acquainted within Barcelona, seeking their help in closely monitoring the situation.

When both the politician and the company representative learned that the victim of the airport incident was someone deeply connected to both Dave and Luke, they took the matter with utmost seriousness.

Recognizing the sensitivity of the case and the importance of the people involved, they dedicated their efforts to uncovering the truth.

For Dave and Luke, this wasn’t just about justice—it was personal.

They were determined to protect and support Hera, pouring their resources and influence into ensuring that nothing about the incident was overlooked.

Their actions made it clear: for the woman they cared for, they would leave no stone unturned.

Xavier, ever composed and efficient, took charge of arranging for Hera’s immediate necessities.

He directed one of her bodyguards to purchase clothes and other essentials, knowing that Hera had left in a rush without any of her belongings.

While it wasn’t unusual for those close to Hera, like her bodyguards or household staff, to know her sizes for emergencies like this, the level of detail Xavier provided caught everyone’s attention.