Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 747:

“The engine room’s gone up in flames — it’s exploded!”

Cold fear crawled down Kolton’s spine, tightening his chest. Disbelief left him momentarily speechless.

On the other end, pure chaos erupted. Cries for help overlapped with frantic shouts to put out the fire.

Kolton managed to bark orders through clenched teeth.

“Move the cargo — now! Grab whatever you can and get it off the ship! Cut the losses!”

He stumbled backward, collapsing into his chair, bloodshot eyes wide with shock, unable to process the disaster unfolding.

Fury barely in check, he turned to the silent operatives.

“Weren’t you supposed to have this under control?”

Shame forced

long silence, one operative broke, his

everything. We truly

Kolton fought to make sense of

forces? That seemed impossible — those two groups never collaborated, and he had no reason for them to target him. Unless…

the world could command enough power to rally two

through Kolton’s thoughts, paranoia gnawing at him

from his lips, all traces of composure gone. Clearly, he had misjudged his opponents — these weren’t amateurs looking for a quick

the chaos, one priority remained: the cargo had to

Kolton’s cold discipline slowly

on the cold glint

they really believe blowing up one ship could bring me to my

tilted, voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper that cut through the

for something like