The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress-Chapter 890 Leo’s Awake and Heartbreak

The blonde racer blinked, stunned as he saw her steering with one hand. "Fuck! She’s insane!" he muttered, losing focus for a split second.

It was enough.

The second-place driver seized the moment, overtook him on the inside, and pushed the blonde racer down to third place.

Then the race turned into a fierce showdown between Hera and the second-place driver as they approached the inner lane of the next curve. The second-place racer wasn’t going down without a fight; he had a trick up his sleeve. Instead of braking and drifting like most would on a sharp turn, he attempted to emulate Phantom’s signature triangular curve turn—a dangerous move that required surgical precision.

But that technique wasn’t something just anyone could pull off.

Hera, having invented the maneuver herself, recognized his intent the moment he initiated the first step. She could already tell he was off by a fraction, his tires skidded, and his car was about to slam into the guardrail. Reacting fast, Hera drifted into the curve and tapped the side of his car just in time, redirecting his front end to keep it from crashing. It was a risky assist, but it prevented what could’ve been an ugly accident.

However, that interference cost Hera precious speed.

The blonde racer, who had been close behind, saw the opportunity and surged forward, overtaking both Hera and the third-place driver. Still, Hera wasn’t far off; she hit the accelerator, her car roaring right behind him. The blonde racer, sensing the pressure, began blocking her at every turn, cutting her off, swerving aggressively.

Hera had had enough.

If he could harass her, then he’d better be ready for payback.

So she began bumping his rear, repeatedly tapping his bumper just enough to rattle his focus. Her fans watching online burst into laughter. He was getting exactly what he deserved. Flustered and panicked, the blonde racer finally slipped, lost control for a moment, and his car spiraled out of alignment. He narrowly avoided a crash, but it sent him tumbling down to sixth place before he could recover.

Hera, now neck and neck with the previously third-ranked driver, raced hard for the lead. As they crossed the finish line of the first lap, the crowd erupted. Hera was leading by just a foot. But everyone knew the race wasn’t over. First place meant nothing until the final lap, and the tension was rising.

With money riding on the outcome, many were now praying for Hera to lose, screaming the second-place driver’s name in desperation as the race pushed into its next stage.

Right now, Hera was completely in the zone, too focused to hear a thing. Her eyes stayed locked on the road ahead, scanning for her ideal racing line, calculating the cleanest, fastest path she could take. Every movement was deliberate, every breath controlled. But the pressure was mounting.

Another racer was glued to her tail, shadowing her every turn. And worse, she just realized that even her emergency brakes were failing.

Not only were her foot brakes unreliable, but even the emergency brake was now acting up. She was nearly out of options.

Still, she didn’t panic.

Instead, she started calculating. Adjusting. Preparing. She wasn’t afraid, not this time. This would be the first moment she’d truly gamble with her life using the "female lead halo." If her understanding of this world was correct, the main female leads wouldn’t die or suffer grave injuries while the story was still ongoing. As long as the narrative hadn’t reached its final arc, she should still be under the world’s protection.

So she floored it.

Her foot slammed down on the gas, maxing out her speedometer as she surged forward. The wind screamed around her. The other racers vanished into the dust behind her.

Why was she doing this?

Because she had asked her team to prepare a crash cushion at the end of the finish line. She was fully aware she wouldn’t be able to stop the car safely on her own. So she needed to create distance, enough of it that the others would see her crash coming from afar and have the time to react, to brake, to avoid getting caught in the aftermath.

If someone had to take the fall, it would be her.

And so, she kept accelerating, pushing the car harder, faster. The gap between her and the other racers widened with every second, until even the one who had been tailing her closely was gone from her mirrors. Kilometer by kilometer, the distance grew.

She glanced briefly at the finish line drawing closer, then pressed the button on her comms."Danny, is the crash cushion ready? I’m almost there."

Everyone on the channel heard the strain in her voice.

"We’re ready," Danny replied, urgency tightening his words. "Laying it out now!"

"Alright, go ahead. Just make sure it’s set ten meters from the finish line," Hera said, her voice steady despite the heavy breath she took afterward.

Hearing her command, viewers online erupted in a frenzy. Panic filled the chat, speculations flying.

Danny, already anticipating the worst, had called emergency services, police, ambulance, everything. Xavier, desperate to rush to her side, was held back by the coach. Though he understood Danny’s reasoning, it didn’t make it any easier. His worry gnawed at him like a living thing, but he clung to one truth: Hera never acted recklessly, unless she was absolutely sure of what she was doing.

He didn’t even realize his hands were balled into fists, nor that blood was already trickling from his palm where his nails had cut into the skin.

"Once it’s set, get as far away from it as possible," Hera added through the comms.

Viewers flooded the chat with questions, ’Was there really a problem with her brakes?’ But no one could answer them. Not Danny, not Xavier, and certainly not Hera. Even if she could see the messages, she wouldn’t have replied. She didn’t have an answer to give yet.

Then, she saw it. The finish line. freēnovelkiss.com

Hera kept her foot on the gas. The car roared forward, blurring the track. Half a meter before the line, she let go of the accelerator. There was only the slightest drop in speed before her car slammed into the thick crash cushions with full force.

A deafening crash echoed across the track.

And then, moments later—an explosion.

"Fuck! There’s a problem with the gas tank too?!" Danny shouted, panic breaking through his usually composed voice as he frantically called for emergency support. His hands were shaking, and fear flooded his chest.

Hera was still inside when the explosion happened.

The livestream froze the moment the car slammed into the crash cushion. The chat, once flooded with messages, went dead silent. The screen turned black.

Gasps and screams echoed from the crowd. Even the live audience, previously buzzing with excitement, fell into stunned silence.

Athena, Liz, and Minerva bolted from the stands, tears streaming down their faces. Athena could barely keep herself upright, her knees buckling as her eyes stayed glued to the blank screen. The last thing anyone saw was Hera’s car going up in flames.

Everything had stopped at that exact moment.

"Hera! Hera!" Xavier roared, panic and anguish tearing through his voice. His heart felt like it was being ripped out of his chest.

Luke, Zhane, Rafael, and Dave all shot up from their seats, faces pale and grim. Without a word, they ordered their assistants to book the earliest flight, urgency burning in their eyes.

Zhane, who was on night shift, had been watching over Leo while keeping an eye on Hera’s race. Just as he was about to rush out, a low grunt stopped him in his tracks. He turned around and froze.

Leo’s eyes were open, staring blankly at the ceiling. Silent tears slid down his cheeks, his expression hollow and lifeless, like a corpse barely clinging to breath.

"Leo!" Zhane shouted, slamming the emergency button as alarms blared to life. He rushed to Leo’s side, hands trembling as he began checking his vitals. For a brief second, he hesitated, his heart torn between staying or running to the airport to catch the first flight to Paris. But then, Hera’s voice echoed in his mind.

"Take care of Leo for me."

That promise anchored him. His eyes reddened, his chest clenched with fear, but he stayed, because that’s what Hera had trusted him to do.

Leo lay motionless, tears streaming down the sides of his face. His expression was empty, devastated. It was as if his emotions had overloaded, leaving him frozen and speechless.

"Leo... Leo, can you hear me? How are you feeling?" Zhane asked, voice hoarse, trembling on the verge of a breakdown.

The nurses and doctors who witnessed the scene exchanged glances. Zhane, normally calm, composed, and stern, was unraveling. Some of the younger nurses, avid fans of BL novels, misunderstood the emotional intensity and exchanged knowing looks, already imagining stories in their heads.

But Zhane didn’t notice. All he saw was Leo, silent and unresponsive.

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