Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 877:

He adjusted the sight on his rifle with practiced precision, locking onto Vince with unblinking focus. Failure wasn’t an option.

To guarantee the angle was perfect, he fired a single test round into the marble wall opposite — the sharp crack of the shot echoing like a warning. A faint chip broke off the wall, and with that tiny cue, Maxwell refined his aim with mechanical precision.

No further adjustments were needed.

Within seconds, the sights aligned perfectly with the center of Vince’s forehead. Each breath Maxwell drew was shallow, nearly inaudible. A lump formed in his throat as he steadied himself.

His finger inched forward, settling gently on the trigger. One silent motion, and it would all be over.

But just before that moment, the image inside the scope shifted.

Without warning, Maia stepped directly into the line of fire — her body shielding Vince completely.

“Damn it!”

nerves frayed to

shot through

Maia really planning to step in and try to

brief moment, the world seemed to stand still. Chris’s warning — Just don’t get

up with complete confidence. But what he couldn’t predict was whether Maia might suddenly move, stepping into the line of fire and

hitman, this was the first time Maxwell found himself weighing both the taking of a life and the sparing of one in the same

𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 ➝ g⸽a⸽l⸽n⸽o⸽v⸽e⸽l⸽s⸽.⸽c⸽o⸽m

He darted forward, placing himself in front of Maia, shaking his head sharply toward Maxwell. The message was

exact moment, Vince shifted backward, and the

that? Look, Vince is hiding something!” a girl near the front gasped, her hands

had barely faded before panic

“Somebody help!”