The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 727

Chapter 727: Chapter 727 What Really Happened
Rafael’s face was filled with fury as he glared at the woman who had conspired against him. Even after waking up under the false belief that she had spent the night with him, she still had the audacity to put on an act in front of the cameras, repeatedly calling his name to pin the blame on him.

But the moment Rafael appeared—just as Dave and Zhane had done before him—her facade crumbled. Panic flickered in her eyes as realization struck: Rafael had seen through her scheme from the very beginning.

She had no idea how he had managed to slip away unnoticed or when he had discovered her plan. But judging by the icy rage in his gaze, she knew she had failed.

Rafael sneered, a menacing smile spreading across his face. How did he manage to escape their scheme?

Last night, when Hera was taken away by Luke after realizing she had been drugged, Athena and Zen followed closely behind them as they exited the banquet hall.

With trembling hands, Hera frantically rummaged through her small bag for the bottle of anaphrodisiac she always carried—something she never forgot after Athena’s repeated reminders and after what had happened to Leo twice.

Sensing her urgency, Luke quickly helped her retrieve the bottle, fed her one pill, and handed another to Zen so Athena could take it as well. Without hesitation, Luke and Zen escorted Hera to the car.

However, since their own vehicle was too conspicuous, they opted to use Hera’s bodyguard’s SUV instead. Zen took the wheel with Athena in the passenger seat, while Luke and Hera sat in the back.

Since Hera and Athena had just taken the pill and it needed time to take effect, both women were still overly affectionate and handsy with the men beside them. Hera, in particular, was all over Luke, her hands roaming restlessly.

As Luke struggled to keep her hands in check, he suddenly noticed his own body growing uncomfortably hot, his breath becoming labored.

At first, he assumed it was simply a reaction to Hera’s constant touching—after all, she was the woman he loved, and her clinging to him like a koala was bound to elicit a response.

However, as dizziness set in and an intense heat surged through him, accompanied by an unbearable tension in his lower abdomen, realization dawned—he had been drugged as well. Fortunately, they still had the antidote, and without hesitation, Luke took a pill himself.

With both Hera and Luke under the effects of the drug, they were struggling to control themselves. Unlike them, Athena had already succumbed to it and was in the middle of trying to strip Zen out of his suit.

As Zen worked to stop her, his gaze shifted outside the car, where he caught sight of Rafael, Dave, and Zhane being dragged into another vehicle just in front of them.

Since their car was parked right outside the venue, Zen had a clear view of Alice and another woman leading their drugged friends into the vehicle, assisted by a few waiters.

Luke, still clinging to a shred of clarity, forced out a strained command through gritted teeth. “Follow them!”

Hera gradually regained some clarity after taking the pill, though she was still weak and disoriented. Athena, however, remained completely lost to the drug’s effects, desperately trying to strip Zen. But there was no time to worry about that—Rafael, Zhane, and Dave had just been taken away.

Pushing aside the lingering heat in her body and the damp discomfort between her thighs, Hera forced herself to focus.

She immediately contacted hacker Sasha, instructing him to monitor Alice and the other woman’s car and track their direction. When Sasha confirmed that they were heading toward the Dragon Palace Hotel, Hera wasted no time in calling Gerald, requesting his people to prepare for action.

Seizing the opportunity, Gerald quickly devised a plan and proposed it to Hera. He even arranged for the gigolos working at his bar to be stationed on the designated floor, ready to intervene.

Even if Alice and the other woman decided to switch to a different hotel, Gerald had contingencies in place. He could still infiltrate the location and deploy his people to retrieve Rafael, Dave, and Zhane by any means necessary.

Meanwhile, Zen kept a safe distance from their car, careful not to alert them. No one knew how Alice and her accomplice would react if they realized their plan had been exposed.

Watching them frantically rush the three men somewhere, it became clear that they were trying to trap them. Whether Hera and Athena were simply unintended casualties or had also been targeted by these women remained uncertain. That could be investigated later.

Right now, the priority was rescuing the three men. Hera couldn’t afford to let anything happen to them. Clinging to that thought was the only thing keeping her anchored to the little clarity she had left.

Fortunately, Alice and the other woman chose to take the three men to the Dragon Palace Hotel. Their decision was driven by the hotel’s renowned seven-star’s reputation and privacy.

They didn’t want any interference, believing that even if someone attempted to barge in and search for their room, the hotel’s strict policies would prevent any disruptions.

Despite the exorbitant cost, the hotel was their best option. They were confident that while Zhane, Dave, and Rafael had strong backgrounds, even their connections wouldn’t be able to storm into the Dragon Palace Hotel unchecked—after all, it was owned by the Avery family.

What they didn’t realize, however, was that this very fact played against them. Because the hotel belonged to the Avery family, Hera had unrestricted access. And right now, Gerald and his people were already lying in wait, fully prepared for their arrival.

The moment Alice and the other woman stepped out of their car, a bellboy—stationed under Gerald’s orders—approached them, offering to help carry the three unconscious men inside, and he even called a few of his colleagues to help out.

Unbeknownst to them, this was all part of the setup.

When Alice was assigned a room on the designated floor where Gerald and his people were waiting, they saw an opportunity and took a gamble. Fortunately, Alice and the other woman played right into their hands.

Consumed by their scheme against Zhane, Dave, and Rafael, the two women stepped out of the room to make a call, leaving the men unattended.

Meanwhile, the bellboys, who had assisted in carrying the men inside, discreetly positioned themselves, waiting for the perfect moment to act.

In that brief moment of inattention, instead of Dave, Zhane, and Rafael being brought into Alice and the other woman’s room, the bellboys discreetly carried the unconscious men into the room across the hall.

Meanwhile, three gigolos—who had been waiting in that very room—stepped out and entered Alice and the other woman’s suite instead.

Fortunately, when Alice and the other woman entered, they kept the lights off, unaware of the switch.

And while waiting earlier, the three gigolo sipped wine, further heightening their senses and anticipation. The moment Gerald gave the go signal, the three gigolos wasted no time, taking full advantage of the situation.

While the chaos unfolded in the two different rooms, the bellboys discreetly escorted Dave, Zhane, and Rafael to the presidential suite, where Luke and Hera were waiting.

Meanwhile, Zen was in a separate suite, having been sent by Hera to tuck Athena in, ensuring she got some rest.

Once the bellboys arrived with the unconscious men, they were instructed to place them all in the same bed before quietly exiting.

The moment the door shut behind them, Luke, unable to hold back any longer, immediately pinned Hera against the wall. Without hesitation, his lips crashed into hers, his desperation and desire igniting the moment between them.

Luke’s kisses were aggressive and hungry, stealing every breath Hera had left. He sucked on her lips, nibbled at them, and then plunged his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss with an urgency that sent shivers down her spine.

His hands roamed restlessly over her body until he found the zipper of her dress. Without hesitation, he dragged it down in one smooth motion.

His fingers traced over her newly exposed skin, his touch both possessive and reverent, making Hera moan into his mouth. Even as his other hand slowly eased the dress from her shoulders, he remained mindful not to tear the fabric—he knew how much she cherished it.

Summoning what little restraint he had left, Luke fought against his growing hunger, determined to be as gentle with her as he could.

But Luke’s primal hunger kept slipping through, surfacing in brief, heated moments. He would break away from the kiss only to sink his teeth into her collarbone or shoulder, each bite sending a delicious shudder through Hera, drawing out soft groans from her lips.

Then, with both hands, he tugged her dress down, sliding the fabric past her hips until it pooled at her ankles, leaving her bare except for the last scrap of lace covering her below.

His hooded gaze roamed over her exposed skin, dark with desire, his eyes reflecting nothing but her.

For a moment, he simply drank her in, but the restraint was fleeting. In the next second, he was on his feet, capturing her lips in another fevered kiss.

His right hand found her waist, skimming down the curve of her hips until he reached the band of her underwear.

Without a word, without hesitation, he tore it away in one swift motion. Hera gasped, but any protest was swallowed by the heat between them.