Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 708:

Seeing Axell’s bold signature and handprint on the document, he finally exhaled.

The letter of understanding was real. Jarrod was saved.

“Thank you… Thank you, Mr. Nelson…” He folded the document carefully, tucking it into his briefcase like it was made of glass.

Axell looked at the humble man before him, his lip curling. “You really are pathetic.”

With that, he turned and headed back inside, Rosanna still unconscious in his arms. His eyes kept drifting down to her face, his new toy to do with as he pleased.

Richard stood there, swallowing his pride along with the rain.

facade. “Mr. Nelson, you’ll treat our Rosanna kindly, won’t you?” The words escaped before she

toward the villa’s entrance, Rosanna’s limp form cradled against his chest, before

door slammed shut with

down with

herded them toward the street,

through her coat. Her body trembled — from cold, from rage, from the

frozen, his gaze locked

impossibly heavy in his grip, as if it contained the weight of his

boardrooms and closed million-dollar deals with a handshake. Now here he stood, a broken man who’d traded his daughter for his son’s

latest

at his chest, he couldn’t shake

all, Rosanna was a living reminder of their