The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 1005

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Let them tear each other apart while digging into Hera’s words and chasing shadows.

It didn’t matter; she had just received the go signal from her grandfather.

That alone meant he was nearly done with his part of the plan and had already moved to secure her position behind the scenes.

Hera didn’t have much to worry about; her grandfather had her back.

Silvia, on the other hand, might soon have to start packing: her role as a stand-in was coming to an end.

Had Silvia kept quiet and behaved, she might have been allowed to remain a placeholder while Hera strengthened her position in the business world.

But by provoking Hera and making herself a continuing problem, she’d forced Hera’s hand.

It was far better to deal with Silvia now than to let her linger and cause trouble again and again; doing so would only bring Hera more headaches down the line.

“W-What are you talking about?” Silvia stammered, her voice trembling.

A wave of nervousness washed over her, and deep down, she wanted to flee, but retreating now would only make her look more suspicious in everyone’s eyes.

“Oh?

I wonder what I’m trying to say,” Hera replied with a teasing glint in her eyes.

She looked utterly composed, watching Silvia squirm like an ant on a hot pan, desperate to escape, yet unable to move.

“Enough with your nonsense.

I’m here to put you in your place-” Silvia started, but before she could finish…

Hera glanced at the captain of her security detail, subtly signaling for them to escort Silvia out.

They had been at it for quite some time, and Hera had already said everything she needed to say; there was no point in dragging the confrontation any further.

Besides, she was still a patient, and it was only reasonable for her to return to her hospital room to rest.

“Alright, Miss Silvia.

If you truly are engaged to Leo Hendrix, then have the Avery family announce it nationwide.

Once that happens, you won’t even need to tell me; I’ll gladly step back and end my relationship with him.

But if you can’t provide solid proof and are merely slandering me, then don’t blame me when you find yourself in trouble,” Hera said calmly.

After finishing her words, the ever-silent Rafael, who had been quietly observing the entire scene while subtly standing guard behind her, stepped forward and began pushing Hera’s wheelchair back toward her hospital room.

Silvia wanted to follow, but she hesitated.

Her subordinates were still writhing on the floor, and the onlookers she had brought along were doing nothing to help.

Instead, they were too busy livestreaming the confrontation, captivated by the rare sight of the supposed Avery heiress herself.

After all, everyone had heard of Silvia, but this was the first time most of them had seen her in person since she had been studying abroad.

Naturally, they felt more connected to Hera than to Silvia, and with Hera’s security team standing tall and imposing behind her like the guards of the underworld, no one dared to interfere.

And when Rafael stepped forward to push Hera’s wheelchair, everyone was suddenly reminded that she was still injured.

Her calm composure and the way she had handled Silvia so effortlessly made them forget that she was actually a patient.

Realizing that she was about to return to her hospital room, they assumed she was heading back to rest, unaware that Leo was also there, and they couldn’t help but feel embarrassed for having delayed her recovery with all the commotion.

“Miss Hera, we’re sorry for disturbing your rest,” one of the male onlookers who had come for the drama weakly apologized.

Everyone knew about Hera’s influence and how anyone who crossed her usually ended up with their life in shambles.

None of them wanted to be the next target of her millions of loyal fans, so it was far wiser to apologize and admit their mistake early.

Once one person spoke up, the rest quickly followed suit, voicing their apologies one after another.

Silvia, on the other hand, was seething.

Her chest heaved with anger, and she felt as if she could breathe fire through her nostrils.

Each apology was like salt on her wound, making her heart ache with humiliation and fury.

“Why are you leaving?

We’re not done yet!” Silvia nearly shouted as she tried to intercept Hera, but Hera’s security detail didn’t even give her the chance to take another step closer.

They stood tall and firm, forming a wall between Hera and Silvia, not even allowing her the chance to touch a single strand of Hera’s hair.

The humiliation burned hot in Silvia’s chest, consuming her with every second that passed.

Never in her life had she been treated like this.

All she had ever known was reverence, people fawning over her because of her position, flattering her with smiles and obedience.

But now, before Hera, she was powerless.

Hera’s bodyguards didn’t even acknowledge her supposed status, and that indifference cut deeper than any insult.

“Don’t you dare touch me, or I’ll make sure you never have a place in this country again,” Silvia spat at Hera’s security detail.

The threat landed like a wet whisper, hollow and absurd.

Rafael almost laughed aloud.

The sight of a woman hiding behind a stolen title trying to intimidate the true Avery heiress was almost too ridiculous to bear.

He forced the laugh back, though; the cameras were rolling, and any public reaction from Hera’s guards and him could only make the scene worse.

Instead of shrinking back, Hera’s security detail snorted and advanced.

A few of them scooped up Silvia’s bodyguards as if they were nothing more than chicks, hauling them across the floor and dumping them back into the elevator like sacks of potatoes.

Seeing that her threats had no effect, panic began to creep up Silvia’s spine.

Her eyes widened as she watched Hera’s guards manhandle her own bodyguards like rag dolls, tossing them effortlessly into the elevator.

Fear flashed across her face; she could almost imagine herself being dragged away by the collar next.

Taking a shaky step back, she stammered, “W-What are you planning to do?” Her trembling voice and defensive posture made Hera’s security detail exchange amused looks; she resembled a frightened chihuahua trying to bare its teeth at a pack of wolves.

“Miss Silvia, if you may,” Hera’s head of security detail said calmly as he stepped forward, towering over Silvia’s trembling form.

He gave a subtle nod toward the onlookers, silently ordering them to clear out.

He didn’t need to repeat himself; his cold, commanding stare was more than enough.

Within seconds, the crowd scattered in panic, rushing toward the elevator.

In their haste, some stepped on Silvia’s fallen bodyguards.

“Ugh!” “Argh!” Their groans echoed in the hallway as the doors slid shut, leaving only Hera’s people standing tall.

Silvia’s bodyguards cried out as they jerked up, pain etched across their faces.

Their bodies still ached from the blows Hera’s bodyguards had delivered, each strike packed enough force to leave them reeling, so they could barely move.

Before they had any chance to recover, they were treated like sacks of potatoes: grabbed, tossed back into the elevator, and trampled as the crowd scrambled away.

They lay there miserable and gasping.

Watching them in that state, Silvia felt her anger boil over.

She stormed into the elevator, eyes blazing, and lashed out at the only convenient target.

“Useless!” she barked.

“I hired you to protect me and to teach her a lesson.

Instead, you let me be humiliated.

You couldn’t even handle those washed-up men?” The head of Silvia’s bodyguards nearly rolled his eyes in exasperation.

‘Was she serious?’ He almost wanted to ask her who told her those veterans were just “washed-up old men.” Those guys were devils in human skin; every punch from them still made his flesh and bones ache even now.

Even without knowing those men’s backgrounds, Silvia’s bodyguards could tell they were far superior, in skill, strength, and probably experience.

Their entire bodies screamed in pain, yet not a single one of them seemed to have visible bruises.

That was the terrifying part.

It meant those men knew exactly where to hit to inflict pain while leaving no trace, and it was a clear proof that they had a deep understanding of human anatomy with brutal efficiency.

One of them had learned this the hard way.

After being roughly hauled and tossed into the elevator, his suit was crumpled, and a button had ripped open near his abdomen.

Coincidentally, that was where he’d been struck earlier, but even as his stomach churned like his guts had been rearranged, there wasn’t a mark on his skin.

So, they could only guess that Hera’s bodyguards were low-key elites among elites.

Only people of that caliber could act without fear, beat them into a pulp, and still leave no trace behind.

Even if Silvia wanted to make things difficult for Hera and use their injuries as grounds to report her and her people, she probably wouldn’t succeed.

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