Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 543:

“No way this is the real deal. Who in their right mind would splurge like this? We’re not talking three hundred dollars or even three hundred thousand dollars — this is three hundred million! Can you even wrap your head around that? That kind of money could sustain an entire middle-class family for decades. And now Maia’s suddenly the queen of Wront? People are going to talk. Most families spend generations building wealth, but nowadays it feels like some folks just conjure it overnight.”

“I’ve got my doubts too. The jewel might be a knockoff, and honestly, Maia probably won’t keep it. For all we know, these guests could be actors. She’s well-connected in showbiz, and with half the entertainment industry just celebrating her birthday, this could all be a performance.”

“So it’s all smoke and mirrors! No wonder the whole setup felt like a scripted drama. I nearly applauded the light show, thinking it was some grand gesture.”

As whispers gained momentum, the crowd began echoing each other’s suspicions.

What started as gasps of awe slowly melted into knowing nods, the shift in mood bringing a strange sense of relief.

Rosanna let out a mocking laugh, her voice heavy with ridicule. “Oh please, Maia just wanted her birthday to feel like a red-carpet event. But come on — three hundred million? That’s not a gift; it’s a publicity stunt gone wild.”

It’s not like he’s buying it for his wife. Honestly, I wouldn’t be shocked if ‘Mr. M’ is just Maia in disguise, running

swept through the room, as if a single drop of doubt

this… just to make it seem like she’s

available now

Mr. M’s men and his gifts conveniently appeared after Claudius handed over his gifts — and copied his flair, no less. The entire setup reeks of a scheme to outshine Claudius and elevate Maia by comparison.

be true. Thank goodness people are finally catching on. We almost got duped by her little

waves in music and fashion, but this level of dramatics is

through the crowd as the masked man — still composed — paused for a beat. He hadn’t come just to offer Maia gifts. He had come to remind Wront’s

that carried across the courtyard. “Since there are questions about whether the gem is real, why not invite the person most qualified to confirm it?” His gaze fixed on Claudius, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his

moment stirred a quiet unrest in many hearts. His calmness was unsettling. Could

that couldn’t