The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 642

Chapter 642: Chapter 642 She’s Not Alone
Hera continued reviewing the files while waiting for Sasha’s report.

Now that they had confirmed the accounts had been tampered with, they could begin defending themselves against the tax bureau’s scrutiny.

However, that alone wouldn’t suffice. They needed to clear their name completely and uncover the culprit behind this scheme without drawing too much attention.

Any misstep could alert their enemies, giving them the chance to cover their tracks or escape altogether.

That’s why they couldn’t rescue Vince just yet—they had to let him endure his time in jail a little longer.

This was also why Cindy had sent Hera instead of intervening herself or sending one of the other aides.

If Cindy or the other aides took action, it would make it easier for their enemies to identify these key players within the Avery organization.

Given the likelihood that the enemies had thoroughly researched the Avery group and their people, it was crucial to avoid exposing their hand.

To ensure the safest course of action, they sent someone under the radar. Hera, in turn, took extra precautions by disguising herself, ensuring her presence would remain unnoticed and her identity concealed.

It was highly unlikely that the mole in their office branch had been embedded for long.

As Hera considered this, she realized that if the mole had been with the company for an extended period, they would likely have recognized her when the aides distributed her picture to the staff, identifying her as the true heiress to the Avery family business.

Moreover, working for the Avery was a privilege—securing a job there was notoriously difficult, and the salaries and benefits were exceptionally high.

Given this, Hera estimated there was less than a 5% chance that any long-term employee would risk everything for a fleeting temptation.

After all, if caught falsifying documents or stealing corporate secrets, the consequences were severe: not only would they face a long term prison sentence, but they would also be burdened with astronomical fines.

Losing their job would be the least of their worries after such a betrayal.

Although Hera was currently in disguise, her timing made her arrival more suspicious.

She had just made headlines both domestically and internationally for winning an international race the day before, keeping her name fresh in the news.

It wouldn’t take much for the enemy to connect the dots and focus their attention on her.

This was precisely why she and Xavier entered the branch office in disguise—to avoid detection and draw out any potential leads.

Hera also needed to confirm whether the mole was still operating within the branch office or had already disappeared.

While working, Hera didn’t neglect to scrutinize the higher-ups within the company, but nothing seemed to sit right with her.

Knowing Sasha was already occupied with tracking the Swiss account, she decided to switch tactics.

She began typing swiftly on her computer, her expression calm yet focused.

Before long, the screen turned black, and lines of code filled the command prompt.

The assistant standing nearby watched with growing intrigue, his eyes widening in amazement as new windows popped up on Hera’s monitor.

Moments later, live footage from the Avery building’s security system appeared, each feed streaming from different areas of the facility.

The assistant could hardly believe what he was seeing—Hera had seamlessly accessed the security cameras, demonstrating an impressive level of skill and resourcefulness.

“Y-Young Miss… what are you…” the assistant began to ask hesitantly, but his voice trailed off as he saw Hera engrossed in her task, her fingers flying over the keyboard.

On the monitor before her, live feeds from various security cameras appeared—footage from the entrance, the elevator, the hallway near the archive room, and other critical areas within the building.

Hera’s swift access to the security system wasn’t due to her hacking skills—those paled in comparison to Sasha’s.

Instead, she used her top-level access as the heiress to bypass restrictions without needing to visit the security office.

Adjusting the date of the footage, she rewound it to the day before the suspected incident and began fast-forwarding, carefully scrutinizing the screens for anything unusual.

When nothing stood out, she went back another day and repeated the process.

With unwavering focus, Hera reviewed the footage over and over, determined to spot any clue.

The assistant, though curious and brimming with questions, held his tongue. Hera’s intense concentration was palpable, and he didn’t dare interrupt.

The assistant hesitated but finally mustered the courage to speak. “Young Miss, we already reviewed the security footage back when this all started—when the accusations of tax evasion and embezzlement first surfaced.”

“Before Mr. Callaway was taken into custody for questioning, he had already instructed us to scrutinize the archive files and the security recordings. Everyone was working tirelessly, but it was nearly impossible to spot discrepancies between the documents in the archive and the accounts on the server. And when we reviewed the footage… nothing seemed out of the ordinary.”

Hera listened quietly as she continued scanning the screens, her brows furrowed.

Despite her determination, it wasn’t long before she slumped back into her chair, frustration evident on her face. No anomalies stood out in the footage she meticulously examined.

“This doesn’t make sense…” Hera murmured, her mind racing.

The only logical explanation was that the security footage had already been altered or manipulated during the timeframe in question.

Whoever tampered with the documents in the archive room had covered their tracks meticulously, leaving no evidence of their presence.

It was a chilling realization—this wasn’t the work of an amateur.

“Sasha, don’t you have an AI assistant on your computer that could help you scan and analyze data?” Hera asked abruptly.

Her tone carried a mix of urgency and curiosity as the idea struck her.

After all, Sasha was still on the phone with her while working on his task, making it easy for her to communicate with him directly.

“Yes, sister, what’s wrong?” Sasha replied, his tone laced with concern.

“While you’re tracking the Swiss account, can you also check the security footage from the branch office? See if you can uncover any signs of altered CCTV footage. It might be the easiest way to identify who tampered with the files,” Hera suggested, her voice steady but insistent.

“That sounds doable,” Sasha said with a playful lilt. “Alright, I’ll have my AI assistant scan the footage for anomalies. You just sit back and relax, okay?” He added, his jovial teasing bringing a small smile to Hera’s face despite the tense situation.

Hera leaned back in her chair, allowing herself a rare moment of relief.

While she didn’t possess godlike hacking skills, like those often seen in novels, but, she did have the world’s number one hacker on her side.

This thought eased the weight on her shoulders; she didn’t have to bear the full burden alone.

For the first time in a while, she allowed herself to relax, appreciating the support she had. After a brief moment of comfort, she refocused, her mind sharp again.

Now, her thoughts began to sort through the many possible reasons their branch office had been targeted.

All she needed was to identify the person behind it and find the concrete evidence to support her theories.

The puzzle pieces were slowly falling into place, and she was determined to uncover the truth.

As time passed, it was well beyond lunchtime. The assistant entered, carrying several paper bags from some of Barcelona’s most renowned high-end restaurants, the aroma of expertly prepared dishes wafting through the air.

“Young miss, I’ve already ordered food for you and your companion,” he said.

“Would you like to eat first to recharge your energy before continuing?” His voice held a note of thoughtfulness, as if he hoped Hera would take a moment to indulge in the local delicacies prepared by the city’s finest chefs.

Hera’s eyes lit up at the sight of the food, her hunger finally catching up with her.

Without hesitation, she pushed back from her chair and made her way to the sofa where Xavier was sitting.

“Sister! What about my food?!” Sasha’s voice suddenly rang out from the other side of the line.

“You can order your own food and just put it on my tab!” Hera called back, grinning as she left her phone on the desk, signaling that she wasn’t going to deal with any more complaints.

With a mischievous grin, Sasha eagerly grabbed his phone, ready to indulge. He wasted no time in ordering takeout from a five-star hotel, selecting all the expensive dishes he could dream of, knowing that Hera would be picking up the bill.

By the time Hera reached the sofa, Xavier had already unpacked the food boxes, neatly arranging the dishes and setting out the utensils.

He was already cutting her food into bite-sized pieces, his actions smooth and natural.

The assistant, who had been about to leave to enjoy his own meal, paused and raised an eyebrow at the scene before him.

With a quiet chuckle, he turned to leave, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.