Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 546:

The gesture, so formal and deliberate, carried the weight of aristocracy. It silenced the room like a thunderclap.

Even Claudius, ever composed, furrowed his brow in thought. Whoever Mr. M was… he had just shaken the foundations of Wront’s elite.

“Could Mr. M be royalty?” someone finally whispered, cracking the hush. It was a quiet murmur that sparked a chain reaction of sudden realization.

“I thought it was odd that man wore white gloves,” another said. “But it makes sense now. He was handling the gemstone from the beginning — and the men around him weren’t gangsters. They moved like trained bodyguards. Elite ones. You do not send men like that for just money. Mr. M isn’t some local kingpin. He’s on another level.”

The murmurs spun a new image in their minds. Mr. M, no longer a shadowy underworld figure, now loomed like foreign royalty — unreachable, untouchable. And Maia? She was the link. The only link.

“Miss Watson,” a plump man in a tailored suit stepped forward and said with an awkward smile, “my daughter spoke out of turn earlier. Please, pay her no mind.” He gave his daughter a stern glare as she shrank behind him.

Others followed like dominoes. “Miss Watson, if you ever need anything—anything at all—from the Lander family, consider it done.”

fists. Pride warred with desperation inside him. He took a hesitant step toward Maia, only to watch her glide past him without so

the door. “Wait — sir, please,” she called.

slowly shook his head. In

He was a foreigner.

escape begins with

certain

ask?” he said smoothly, replacing the

to be foreign

“Mr. M said — if fate allows, you will meet.” With

there, watching the convoy disappear into the

M be

was a stretch. Zoey was brilliant, resourceful, and an unmatched mentor

sent her a gift