Because of Hera’s thoughtful actions, her fans felt even more certain that they had made the right choice in idolizing her.


    They felt valued and appreciated, knowing their dedication had not been taken for granted. As a result, Hera’s name became even more talked about on the inte—especially due to the recent attack and the way she treated her fans, which only strengthened the public’s resolve to help her seek justice.


    Her livestream viewers surged to the point where it nearly crashed the tform.


    Fortunately, Betty, who had foreseen the potential fallout, had already taken the necessary precautions and prepared in advance, which was why she hadn’t joined Hera in Barcelona.


    The sight of the Rolls-Royce convoy was already enough to turn heads, but with the police escort leading the way, Hera’s entrance became even more spectacr.


    As the procession made its way through the crowd, the packed venue buzzed with curiosity.


    The convoy continued on until it reached the staff-only entrance, where it came to a graceful stop, reminiscent of a red carpet event or a royal send-off.


    Spectators paused in their tracks, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before them.


    Handsome men emerged from the vehicles, but the moment everyone was waiting for came when a slender hand reached out from the car.


    Leo stood outside, hand extended, waiting for Hera to take it, signaling the moment everyone had been anticipating.


    Leo had intended to lift Hera out of the car, just as he had done after the incident, but Hera hesitated.


    She couldn’t bear the thought of appearing vulnerable in front of the crowd, of being seen as a princess who relied solely on the men around her to seed.


    Thest thing she wanted was for people to believe her strength came from others, not from her own abilities. Unfortunately, it was all too easy for society to view women as needing men to get ahead, and once that belief took root, it would be hard to shake.


    Hera knew that, as the future leader of a few hundred trillion-dor consortium, she couldn’t afford to give anyone that impression. If they saw weakness, they would exploit it—something she couldn’t allow if she were to protect her family’s legacy and maintain control.


    Hera wasn’t actually scared by what she saw; startled, yes, but not shaken. If anything, it only strengthened her resolve to win the race.


    The attack wasn’t random—it was deliberate. Someone had sent an assant to disfigure her for a reason.


    Why else would they target her with such cruelty on her way to the race as soon as she stepped foot in Barcelona, if not to keep her from participating in the race and stealing the spotlight on the international stage?


    The n was clear: once she was sshed with sulfuric acid, she would be rushed to the hospital, where the doctors would prevent her from leaving.


    That would leave her with no choice but to withdraw from the race. But Hera refused to let that happen. She would not allow her enemies to control her actions.


    Whoever orchestrated the attack didn’t want Hera to win the race.


    It could be the sponsors she had offended, a rivalpetitor, or other factors she hadn’t yet uncovered.


    But once news of the incident went viral online, Gerald, watching the livestream in his office, was immediately alerted.


    He swiftly activated hiswork and sent his people to track down the person behind the attack.


    Meanwhile, the security detail around Hera intensified, forming a protective barrier around her like a shell. No one, aside from those already assigned to her and Leo’s group, could get close.


    Hera’s fans, however, understood the reasoning behind the heightened security.


    While they were en route to the venue, Dave had taken the opportunity to exin to Hera’s supporters why things were happening the way they were.


    He made sure they knew that the extra precautions were out of concern for her safety, and not because she didn’t appreciate their unwavering support.


    Hera felt deeply grateful for Dave’s thoughtful actions and appreciated the effort he put into looking out for her, so she allowed them to handle things as they saw fit, allowing her to focus entirely on her goal for the day: winning the race.


    As soon as she stepped inside and her team made their way toward the garage, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of many eyes on them.


    Some were curious, others hostile, especially from the other race participants. They cast furtive, questioning nces, some even suspecting that one of the men around her might be Phantom.


    However, none of them realized that it was Hera they should be focused on. They were too preupied with the men apanying her, assuming they were the ones pulling the strings and had only brought Hera along to watch.


    As soon as Hera reached her team’s garage, Danny began ranting, quickly filling the rest of the team in on the events that had unfolded before their arrival.


    The story shocked everyone, their faces etched with a mix of horror, fear, and indignation as they processed the news of the attack.


    It became clear that this wasn’t a personal vendetta, as Hera didn’t have any known enemies with a grudge deep enough to warrant such a devious plot.


    The team could only guess at who might be behind it, with the most likely culprits being the sponsors.


    They suspected the sponsors had orchestrated the attack as a warning—aimed not only at Hera but also at anyone else who might dare to challenge their power.


    It seemed like an effort to ruin Hera’s future, to send a message that they were untouchable, and to remind everyone that crossing them would have severe consequences.