Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 509:

But Ethan didn’t quite respond the way she expected. Caught in hesitation, he simply said, “Maia… she’s great.” Marisa was left at a loss for words.

Was Ethan being tight-lipped on purpose, or did he just not know how to open up?

Setting her utensils aside, Marisa crossed her arms and leaned in slightly. “If you don’t talk, I can’t help you. Or… do you not trust me enough to share?”

Ethan sat up straighter, flustered and hurried. “No, that’s not it… I just don’t know how to explain.”

Marisa leaned back in her chair, her expression easing into a gentle smile. “You know, there’s already plenty of gossip about Maia online. Why don’t you start with how you two found each other again?”

Ethan paused, the wheels turning in his mind. Then, pressing his lips together in thought, he began recounting the story. He told her about their unexpected meeting at the black market and the series of twists and turns that followed. He conveniently skipped over the details about living in the slums — some truths felt too raw to reveal.

the part about Maia being cornered by mysterious men in black and Ethan’s clever tactics to outwit them. Her eyes gleamed with admiration. In that moment, Maia seemed like a heroine torn from the reels of a blockbuster film. Marisa, completely engrossed, rested her

that’s about it,” Ethan finished, sipping his water as if it could

need of anything material. You should think about what her heart truly yearns for — something she’s missed, or always wanted but never had. Maybe even a regret she’s quietly carried.” She paused for effect, then added with quiet conviction, “If you could grant one of her deepest wishes — or undo one lingering regret — now that would be

struck Ethan like a flash of

memory forming a clearer picture. Suddenly, clarity burst in his eyes. He

fresh

his seat, the chair scraping back abruptly. “I know exactly what Maia needs now. I’m sorry — but I have to go. I’ll come back and thank you

bill in a rush, and disappeared out the door like

doesn’t he at least owe me a hint about what he’s planning

thrown in honor of both Rosanna and Maia — had become the hottest subject among Wront’s elite circles. Those on the guest list scrambled to outdo each other with extravagant gifts, desperate to impress. Meanwhile, the uninvited were busy tugging at connections, hoping for a seat

that had once blended into the background, the Morgans