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.”

inside him. He took a hesitant step toward Maia, only

as he reached the door. “Wait — sir, please,” she called. “Do I know you?” There was something about him, a

his head. In

He was a foreigner.

escape begins

certain she

to ask?” he said smoothly, replacing the mask

again. The more they observed, the more convinced they became: Mr. M had to be foreign royalty. Maia hesitated, then asked the question that had been burning in her chest. “Can you tell me who Mr. M

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

stood there, watching the convoy disappear into the city lights,

M

and an unmatched mentor — but she had never mentioned employing

already sent her a gift