The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress-Chapter 1043 Logan’s Rise

The massive LCD screen flickered to life, displaying a countdown, while smoke and sprinkler fireworks blossomed like flowers across the venue. Hera felt her heart pound in her chest, her excitement rising with each passing second as the atmosphere electrified the entire hall.

Then, Hera heard the fans join in the countdown, their voices rising in unison, almost as if they were summoning Logan himself. When the count reached "1... 0," a sharp whistle cut through the air.

Following the sound, she saw a brilliant light snaking into the sky before exploding like a radiant flower, illuminating the entire venue. The fireworks were mesmerizing, and Hera couldn’t help but smile, captivated for the entire minute until the display faded.

A drum-like beat thundered through the speakers, followed by upbeat music as backup dancers appeared on stage. Hera blinked in surprise; she hadn’t expected Logan to start with this kind of song. Then she realized the performer wasn’t Logan at all, but an invited solo artist from the same company, a rising idol who was all the rage right now.

With slicked-back hair, an all-black outfit, leather pants, and knee-high boots, the idol exuded a mix of cool confidence and alluring charisma. Female fans screamed in delight, not just for his music, but for his striking presence. He launched into an energetic, battle-ready track, full of vigor and power, setting the stage ablaze with excitement.

Hera’s eyes lit up, but a second later, her vision went dark.

She blinked in surprise, only to realize that Rafael had covered her eyes with his hand, blocking her view of the idol who was singing and moving effortlessly across the stage. It didn’t take long for the reason to sink in. He must have felt jealous, mistaking her captivated gaze for something else.

The realization made Hera feel unfairly wronged.

She wasn’t some lust-driven woman who could be swayed by a handsome face on a stage. What had drawn her in was the performance itself, the music, the choreography, the sheer professionalism of it all.

This was her first time attending a debut concert; everything was new, dazzling, and overwhelming in the best way possible. The lights, the cheers, the roaring energy of the crowd, it all surged through her, infectious and electric, stirring her own excitement whether she wanted it or not.

And that was all it was.

Excitement.

Awe.

Nothing more.

Hera puckered her lips and, using her uninjured arm, tugged Rafael’s hand down from her eyes. She shot him a glare, only to find him already looking at her with an aggrieved, almost wounded expression.

Before she could say a word, even as the venue throbbed with music and the roar of screaming fans, Rafael leaned down close to her ear and nearly shouted to be heard.

"Do you like him that much, huh, little minx?" he said resentfully.

The accusation caught Hera completely off guard. Did she really look that interested in the idol on stage? She wasn’t even sure herself, or maybe Rafael was simply overthinking things.

She opened her mouth to respond, but before a single word could leave her lips, an arm hooked around her from the side and tugged her closer.

Startled, Hera turned, only to realize Zhane had pulled her into his embrace instead.

The two looked like some children caught in a fit of jealousy. Even though Zhane didn’t say a word, Hera could feel the possessiveness radiating off him. She chuckled softly, exasperated by their childishness. She wanted to roll her eyes, but wisely held back; one wrong gesture and they might misinterpret it, making things even worse.

Instead, she gently patted Zhane and turned a sweet smile toward Rafael. Her eyes curved into mischievous crescents as she mouthed, "I still like you more..."

As soon as Rafael caught her words, he couldn’t hide the grin spreading across his face. He crossed his arms over his chest, savoring the moment, and finally let her go.

Hera, having pacified Rafael and let him bask in his smugness for a beat, turned to Zhane. She pressed a featherlight kiss to the side of his neck, letting it trail to his earlobe as she whispered, "He still can’t compare to you..."

Only after Zhane finally let her go, his gentle smile settling back on his face, did Hera let out a sigh of relief and murmured to herself, "The way I coaxed them... I feel like some scummy, hedonistic womanizer. But... the only difference is, they are men..."

She scratched her head, shooting a discreet glare at both Rafael and Zhane, who had clearly been swooning for her sweet words, like little children craving coaxing. All because she had glanced at a man on stage.

Hera shook her head in amusement, did she really have time to notice other men when the ones around her were practically godlike, each more exquisite than the last? Her standards were already spoiled; no handsome stranger could easily capture her attention.

So why were they even worried? Well... perhaps it was because there were already six of them in her orbit, and now, with another trying to get close, their vigilance had spiked. They just didn’t want anyone else to sneak in again.

Realizing this, Hera rubbed the tip of her nose and glanced back at the stage, pushing down her embarrassment. After all, their worry had all originated from her, so it was only fair that she coaxed them a little; this small act wouldn’t hurt. She set the thought aside and turned her attention back to the performance.

The crowd around her was filled with electric excitement, their excitement contagious. Fans sang along with the singer as they waved their light sticks along with the music, and some even stood up to take pictures or videos. Luckily, Hera and the others had seats in the front, giving her a perfect view of the stage without any obstruction.

Even Bry seemed practically injected with adrenaline, waving his lightstick energetically as his head bobbed cutely along with the music. Liz and Minerva were clearly enjoying themselves too; after all, both were single, so they could let loose and fan girl on the singer on stage without worry.

Athena, however, looked hopelessly lovestruck, which had Zen fuming with jealousy. He couldn’t help but hold her hand, squeezing it from time to time as if to remind her that she was no longer single. No matter how Hera looked at them, Zen resembled an aggrieved, jealous husband, while Athena clearly delighted in teasing him.

Perhaps Athena would regret it later when they got home, Zen seemed to be quietly plotting some form of playful revenge to teach her a lesson, though for now, she appeared blissfully oblivious.

Even the bodyguards sitting behind them seemed to be enjoying the show, though they didn’t let their guard down completely. After the opening song, a rising female star took the stage, adding to the energy of the concert. The lineup was impressive; every singer performed the recent chart-toppers, leaving the audience and those watching through the live broadcast thrilled and feeling that their money had been well spent.

Hera couldn’t help but notice just how meticulously the Music Director had planned the event. Every detail seemed designed to give Logan the maximum impact when he finally stepped on the stage.

By carefully placing top singers and popular idols before him, the director ensured that Logan could ride not only Hera’s influence but also the momentum of these senior performers, making his debut even more spectacular.

Seeing this, Hera couldn’t help but chuckle. ’That Music Director really knows how to make the most of his resources without spending a fortune on marketing. If he had his own company, he could easily stand shoulder to shoulder with Universal Entertainment."’ She silently praised him, finally understanding why there had been so much buzz surrounding the debut concert.

But this only added to her excitement, and as the energy in the venue reached a fever pitch about half an hour later, everything suddenly went dark. All the lights, on stage and in the crowd, flickered out, and for a moment, everyone, including Hera, thought it was a blackout.

Then, a spotlight pierced the darkness, illuminating the center of the stage. A part of the stage began to rise, and as the crowd realized what was happening, a collective scream of exhilaration echoed through the stadium.

There, at the center, was Logan, elevated on a circular platform, holding an acoustic guitar. He wore a pristine white suit, exuding the charm of a modern Prince Charming, his slicked-back hair framing his eyes that shone with clarity.

A subtle, knowing smile curved his lips, enough to steal countless hearts instantly. Then, his soulful voice filled the venue, gentle as a wave, and the previously energetic atmosphere shifted, softened, becoming almost reverent. Fans swayed in rhythm, letting his music wash over them, each note threading into their hearts.

As the fans swayed, the darkened venue began to shimmer with sky-blue and golden lights from the waving light sticks, sparkling like a galaxy of stars in motion.