While many of her team mbers suspected the sponsors were behind the attack, Hera thought differently.
Yes, it was possible the sponsors wanted to send a warning—both to her and anyone else who might challenge them—but this level of brutality didn’t seem like their style.
She knew that such an extre retaliation would inevitably backfire. The sponsors, though powerful, were not so careless as to resort to such reckless asures.
If they were caught, the consequences would be far worse for them, and Hera was certain they would not choose such a thod that could risk exposing them.
But Hera couldn’t think of anyone else ruthless enough to go to such lengths.
’Wait’, she thought, her mind suddenly shifting. ’There is one possibility.’
The main villain of the story—soone who would stop at nothing to destroy the female lead, using any ans necessary. But even as this thought lingered in her mind, she quickly dismissed it.
She couldn’t recall ever offending the main villain. ’Could it be?’
Was the villain targeting her because part of the female lead’s "halo" now seed to surround her? The more she considered it, the more it seed like a stretch. Still, the idea gnawed at her—could it really be that simple?
Hera wasn’t sure about her suspicions—it was just a guess, and while it seed plausible, it didn’t quite add up.
Since overthinking wouldn’t help, she pushed the thought aside for now. She trusted Gerald to be on the case without needing her to spell it out.
After all, uncovering secrets was his specialty, especially when it ca to gathering intel for the Avery family. She was confident that, given ti, he would uncover so critical details about the attack.
With that in mind, Hera focused her energy back on the race ahead. As the team busied themselves with last-minute checks on the car, she was handed snacks and drinks to fuel her for the intense competition.
She appreciated the gesture from her team and didn’t hesitate to accept, knowing she’d need every bit of energy.
Sitting with Leo, Dave, Xavier, and Luke, she took a mont to relax and gather her thoughts before the race began.
Xavier knelt down, his hands gently massaging Hera’s feet as if she were in pain from walking so far. In reality, her feet had barely touched the ground, as she had been carried most of the ti, leaving her cheeks flushed and shy.
But despite her initial urge to stop him, the sensation of his skilled hands working her feet felt too good to protest. The pressure he applied on the soft arches and pressure points made her sink deeper into her seat, stifling a soft moan of pleasure.
Leo, sitting beside her, also joined in, massaging her arms with a steady rhythm. His touch was firm but caring, working to loosen her muscles and ensure she wouldn’t suffer any cramps during the race.
The combined attention from both n was comforting, leaving her feeling relaxed and ready for the challenges ahead.
Dave and Luke didn’t remain idle either. Dave focused on managing the live stream, ensuring everything ran smoothly while Luke took charge of the snacks for Hera.
He carefully placed a straw in her drink, then brought bite-sized snacks to her lips with a gentle hand, offering her one small morsel at a ti.
The viewers, captivated by the sight, couldn’t help but draw comparisons—so even jokingly remarked that it felt like they were witnessing Cleopatra being attended to. The tender, almost regal atmosphere created by the n’s attention left everyone in awe, further amplifying Hera’s presence.
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[XOXO: Dude! I’m suddenly getting this wild thought—could Hera right now be living the life of Cleopatra? Or maybe she’s the reincarnation of Cleopatra herself? Hahaha!]
[JusticeforLove: Bro upstairs, you’re onto sothing! The way Hera’s being treated right now seriously gives off queen vibes, like Cleopatra surrounded by her concubines. I’m literally having a nosebleed, ugh!]
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