Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 522:

His assistant emerged swiftly from the car’s shadow, placing an exquisite gift box into Claudius’ waiting hand.

Though modest in size — barely larger than his palm — the box commanded attention with its elaborate gilded patterns that caught the light in hypnotic swirls.

This simple yet loaded gesture sent ripples of hushed awe through the gathered crowd, followed immediately by a rising tide of excited speculation.

“So the earlier gifts were just warm-up gifts; this must be the true gift! Claudius thinks of everything!” one voice carried above the murmurs.

“Did you catch the dimensions of that box?” another whispered urgently. “It’s perfectly sized for jewelry. Could it possibly contain… a diamond ring?”

“Is he actually planning to propose to Rosanna during her birthday celebration? No way!”

“Why not? Remember the extravagant fireworks and those heartfelt projections earlier? When else could he orchestrate such a perfectly romantic moment?”

“We may be witnessing a pivotal moment in high society tonight. The Morgan family could soon ascend to the upper echelons of power!”

heart race uncontrollably, pounding faster with

unfurl before her like a

smile gentle yet enigmatic, approached with purposeful steps

impromptu aisle for his passage. A reverent silence blanketed the venue as all eyes tracked his measured progress toward

sudden realization. Had Claudius commissioned that song from her for Rosanna? The thought stung. Had she known, she would never have invested her talent so foolishly. Yet curiosity nagged at her. How had Rosanna managed to ensnare someone as discerning as Claudius? At the Cooper Group’s cocktail gathering, he had barely acknowledged her

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floundering Morgan family — a precious chance to reclaim their

families were merely pieces on a chessboard, soon to be toppled by her carefully

fluid grace, stepping several paces

gathering remained trapped in their lungs, every gaze fixed on the

fingers curled into tight fists, her knuckles

lips twitching with the effort to suppress a victorious

truly outdone herself this time! Who would dare question the Morgan

was indeed thoughtful. This wasn’t just a birthday gift for Rosanna; it was also a

Maia with growing dissatisfaction. Just yesterday, Rosanna had kindly prepared a gift for Maia, but what

late. When she finally got here, she didn’t even bother to greet the guests. Worse still, she came without any gifts and wore a sour look the whole time. Her presence seemed calculated to