Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 614:

Maia studied his face intently, searching for cracks in his composed facade. “Mr. Cooper, what exactly does your boss do for a living?”

A gentle evening breeze wove through the city streets, threading its way like a whispered secret, teasing the leaves above. Streetlights spilled golden pools across the treetops, their glow fracturing into faint, dancing shadows on the pavement below.

Chris halted mid-step, a slow, easy grin spreading across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “I’m just a driver, Maia. The ins and outs of my boss’s dealings? Honestly, I’m clueless.”

Maia tilted her head, her eyes glinting with skepticism under the lamplight. Her fingers twitched at her side, betraying her doubt. “Come on, Chris. You tag along on his business trips all the time. Last time, you took a bullet shielding him from that attack.”

Chris’ gaze drifted, settling on the swaying shadows of the trees lining the street. “Most days, the boss handles the client talks solo. I’m not in the room for those. My job is simple — drive, keep him safe. That mess last time? Pure bad luck. Some thug ambushed him, and I was just there.”

His voice stayed steady, smooth as the breeze, not a ripple of deceit to be found.

added, “Even with

studied his profile, her heart softening like wax under a

she was reading too much into this. Chris had fought tooth and nail to rebuild after Kolton dragged his name through the mud. A steady job, a legitimate one, couldn’t have come easy. It was likely for this reason that Chris cherished his current position so much —

but feel that Chris’ boss was the type who could be a crime lord

made Maia almost certain that Chris’ boss was involved

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enterprises were usually a secret, known only to the inner circle. For an outsider, hidden behind

worry deepened, coiling tight in her

brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, the breeze catching it

sharp features in a warm, fleeting glow. She looked almost

guard. He straightened, his hands slipping into his

but her fingers curled into her palm, nails biting into skin. “They could help with