The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 647

Chapter 647: Chapter 647 The Unexpected
The investigator continued presenting evidence to the press, maintaining a calm and professional demeanor, while the assistant on stage grew increasingly pale.

Each new piece of evidence seemed to drain the color from his face, as if it were confirming the very secrets he had hoped to keep hidden.

He pressed his lips together tightly, fighting the urge to step off the stage, but found himself paralyzed, unsure of where he could go to escape the scrutiny.

The reporters clicked their cameras relentlessly, capturing every moment, while the cameramen did their best to document the evidence with sharp clarity.

Every now and then, they sneaked glances at the assistant, capturing his nervous expressions, and even turning their lenses toward the other employees gathered in the background, all of them caught in the growing tension of the moment.

“For the past four days, we have been meticulously monitoring and cross-checking all the records and traces,” the investigator stated.

“Unfortunately, the missing funds have been transferred to a Swiss account abroad, making them extremely difficult to track.”

“Recovering the money will undoubtedly take time—if it can even be recovered at all. However, we are doing everything in our power to resolve this matter.”

He paused, his tone growing more serious. “With the evidence we have gathered, it is clear that the company has engaged in tax evasion.”

“Based on our findings, the discrepancies could amount to hundreds of millions.” As he finished, he turned off his laser pointer and faced the reporters, signaling that he was now open to questions.

“Sir! If the evidence you’ve presented is accurate, how do you explain the discrepancies between the documents filed in the archive and the accounts on the server?” one reporter asked, stepping forward with a sharp, investigative tone as they pointed out the inconsistency.

The investigator nodded thoughtfully before responding, “Our suspicion is that, because the server is connected to the global mainframe of Avery’s worldwide system, the perpetrators were concerned that the headquarters might detect these activities, launch an investigation, and foil their plans immediately.”

“To avoid this, they first injected tampered documents into the archive and only intended to alter the accounts in the server later, once they were ready to escape.”

“This strategy was likely designed to buy them more time to cover their tracks while we conducted our investigation.”

“And as we all know, the Avery system is one of the most secure and complex in the world, nearly impossible to breach—even for the most skilled hackers.”

“This makes it clear that this couldn’t have been an external attack; it had to be an inside job,” the investigator explained, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.

“Moreover, it’s difficult to believe that this was the work of just one individual. We suspect that multiple key figures across various departments were involved in orchestrating this scheme.”

Hera gritted her teeth in anger.

This information was not supposed to be released to the public—not unless the evidence was proven to be conclusive and indisputable, and only when the case was close to being resolved.

However, the tax bureau head was deliberately pushing the branch office into a corner, leaving no room for recovery.

By releasing these statements and documents prematurely, they were ensuring that Vince and the others would be perceived as guilty, effectively sealing their fate in the court of public opinion.

Once the public saw this evidence, they would immediately conclude that Vince had orchestrated the embezzlement and tax evasion with other key figures in the company to line their pockets before fleeing.

Even without concrete proof to convict him in court, the masses would already judge him guilty, leaving little difference between perception and reality.

Hera seethed with anger at the cruelty of their approach, her eyes gleaming with unspoken resolve.

‘Then don’t blame me for being ruthless,’ she thought, taking a shaky breath.

Deep down, she had no desire to let things turn this ugly.

Her sole purpose in coming here was to assist Vince and clear his name.

However, as his ally, she couldn’t stand by and watch him become a scapegoat in a conspiracy aimed at dismantling the Avery Branch Office.

Their enticing assets had clearly attracted the dangerous envy of many green-eyed wolves out there, and now Vince was being dragged into a plot far larger than anyone anticipated.

Hera recalled a saying: ‘Kindness, when wielded wisely, can be a person’s greatest strength or their ultimate downfall.’

‘Some will exploit it to their advantage, destroying the giver in the process, while others might weaponize that kindness to inflict emotional harm.’

Her grandfather had always taught her to be kind to others, believing that it would bring good karma to their family and future generations.

However, he often reminded her that kindness could also be a form of ruthlessness toward oneself.

‘One must learn when to show kindness and when to wield ruthlessness,’ he would say, a lesson that now echoed in her heart.

Now, she fully understood the meaning behind her grandfather’s words. She had wanted to give those conspiring against her a chance to back off gracefully, but instead, what had she received in return?

Betrayal and bold defiance.

Hera had always prided herself on her kindness, but from what she’d learned from the novel, she now understood that sometimes, being ruthless was necessary—especially when it came to protecting oneself or those she loved.

Otherwise, people would see you as weak, someone to be pushed around, a doormat.

She didn’t want to become like the Hera in the novel, who died unjustly and dragged her people down with her, all because she had been too sincere and kind to those she believed she loved.

But witnessing the events unfolding before her, Hera’s perspective on the human heart was once again shattered.

She had once thought she understood people better, that she could never be disappointed again.

Yet here she was, proven wrong.

Human schemes and greed had no end.

“All these files are now under our care as we need to review them again for—” The head of the tax bureau abruptly stopped mid-sentence as the main doors to the room swung open.

The sound of slow, deliberate clapping echoed through the hall, drawing the crowd’s attention.

Murmurs rippled among the audience as they turned toward the entrance, eyes widening in astonishment.

“It’s…” Someone in the crowd gasped, their voice trailing off, as collective shock swept through the room.

“What was going on?!” The reporters all started to be rowdy, the head of the tax bureau’s eyes narrowed as displeasure was showing in his eyes.

The cameras shifted to the entrance as the newcomer made their way into the room, each step deliberate and measured.

The assistant’s expression hardened, while the head of the tax bureau looked utterly perplexed by the sudden turn of events.

Hera, Leo, Luke, Dave, and Xavier all watched intently, their eyes fixed on the screen as the live stream revealed not just one person, but a whole group of individuals who had come to crash the press conference.

Yet, despite the chaos unfolding, Hera remained calm—calmer than before.

She had stopped expecting anything from these people. Her hope for second chances had already evaporated, leaving only resolve.