Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 516:

“I saw Claudius’ post and instantly thought of you.”

“He is so mysterious… but that song — Enchanted — felt like a love letter. So romantic.”

Sandra and Richard exchanged glances, their earlier doubts completely washed away. This was real.

Then, as the chatter grew louder, Vince pushed through the crowd and approached.

Stacy saw him first. She straightened, stepping in front of Rosanna protectively, arms crossed, face hardening. She flashed a glare that could have scorched paper. “Vince? You have the nerve to show your face here after everything?”

Richard’s brow furrowed as Stacy’s words lingered in the air, his mind methodically weighing each possible outcome.

He chose silence over intervention, deliberately stepping back as Stacy’s rudeness toward Vince spiraled unchecked. The distance he created was calculated, allowing the situation to escalate further. After all, the original plan — securing Rosanna’s marriage into the Ward family — had been merely a means of social advancement. Now that Rosanna had cultivated intimacy with Claudius, Vince was nothing more than an inconvenient roadblock. If today’s confrontation drove Vince away from Rosanna permanently, Richard would savor the elegant solution — Charles remained unoffended while Richard’s true ambition inched closer to fruition.

swept his gaze briefly toward Stacy, then dismissed her entirely, brushing past her as if she were smoke,

Stacy’s voice dripped with venom. “Or have you forgotten

don’t return to what shattered you. Don’t surrender

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indignation among the

tossed him aside, and suddenly he discovers Rosanna’s

how could

I were in Miss Morgan’s shoes, I

gently patted Stacy’s hand. Looking up, she met Vince’s gaze with a composed smile that revealed nothing. “Vince, I’m pleased you could attend my

Rosanna’s arm as her frustration flared. “Rosanna, your mercy knows no bounds!” She stepped forward, chin tilted upward, gazing down at Vince with pure contempt. “If forgiveness is what

on a worried look, pretended to diffuse the tension.

quiet detachment, his question hanging in