After all, uncovering secrets was his specialty, especially when it came to gathering intel for the Avery family. She was confident that, given time, he would uncover some critical details about the attack.
With that in mind, Hera focused her energy back on the race ahead. As the team busied themselves withst-minute checks on the car, she was handed snacks and drinks to fuel her for the intensepetition.
She appreciated the gesture from her team and didn’t hesitate to ept, knowing she’d need every bit of energy.
Sitting with Leo, Dave, Xavier, and Luke, she took a moment to rx 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 time, 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.
Thebined attention from both men wasforting, leaving her feeling rxed 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 ced a straw in her drink, then brought bite-sized snacks to her lips with a gentle hand, offering her one small morsel at a time.
The viewers, captivated by the sight, couldn’t help but drawparisons—some even jokingly remarked that it felt like they were witnessing Cleopatra being attended to. The tender, almost regal atmosphere created by the men’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 something! 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!]
[JusticeforLove: ( //>///<//)]
[IBelievedYou: Didn’t history say that Cleopatra was known to surpass beauty and was always surrounded by men? I used to think that was just a myth. After all, there are plenty of beautiful women, so I never really believed in the whole ’unmatched beauty’ thing. But after stumbling upon this livestream, I honestly believe it might be true.]
[IBelievedYou: The girl in this stream, sitting amidst all these handsome men, looks like a blooming rose—thorny, yet incredibly beautiful and regal. The way the men surround her, as if they want to possess her beauty... it’s like something straight out of history books.]
[IBelievedYou: Baby Girl, take my heart please ?(?? ? ? )??]
Hera couldn’t help butugh as she listened to Dave reading thements one by one, his animated expressions and aggrieved tone whenever someone jokingly tried to im her making her smile.
She knew her fans and supporters were doing their best to lighten the mood after the terrifying ordeal she’d faced.
They likely assumed she was hiding her fear in an effort not to worry them, but instead, it only fueled their enthusiasm to help her shift her focus.
Hera felt a deep sense of gratitude for them, and as her genuine smile stretched across her face, her melodiousughter filled the garage.
It had a calming effect on the National Race Team, their nervous tension easing as they couldn’t help but smile at the sound of herughter.
With only half an hour left before the race began, Hera made her way to the inner room to change into her racing suit—the same familiar one she always wore when the adrenaline took over, and the thrill of racing surged through her veins.
It was a suit that symbolized freedom, allowing her to shed all inhibitions and embrace the rush.
As she emerged from the changing room, her once soft and gentle gaze had transformed, sharpening like a de, her focus now as steady and calm as still water.
Her eyes slowly drifted toward her car, now adorned with a new array of sponsor stickers. Dunlop, Pocari Sweat, Puma, Rolex, and other smallerpanies—each one proudly disyed, marking the growing support for her journey.
The car, almost unrecognizable under the weight of the logos, still carried its most important feature: the bold number 18, prominently emzoned across the hood and tail. It was a sight that filled Hera with purpose and determination, knowing she was ready to take on whatever came next.
Hera’s smile widened as she took in each sponsor who had chosen to stand by her, especially after others had backed out, hoping to pressure her into submission.
Prominently disyed on her car was the Avery family’s crest—thergest, the most visible, a symbol of unwavering support.
Right beside it was the logo of ke’s family’spany, her very first sponsor. But what struck her even more were the additional crests that adorned her car: thepanies under Leo, Luke, and Rafael’s names, and even Zhane’s hospital, all proudly disyed.
It no longer looked like mere sponsorship; it felt like a deration to the world that thesepanies were backing Hera—not just for the race, but in every sense.
Anyone who thought to challenge her would have to contend with the weight of their support behind her.