Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 882:

Maia shifted one foot back and swept her eyes across the crowd. “Listen to me. Don’t panic. He did set a few bombs in the building, but they’ve already been dealt with. And the bomb he’s carrying? That isn’t real.”

Though she didn’t raise her voice, it rang with unwavering certainty.

“How… how is that even possible…” someone whispered, slowly lifting their head. Their eyes searched the scene, stunned by the absurd truth.

One by one, people began to rise—cautious, confused. Their gazes flicked from Maia to Vince, who had fallen to his knees like a puppet with its strings cut. The silence returned, heavy and strange, broken only by the faint, repetitive clicking.

Vince’s movements started to falter. His skin turned pale. The controller in his grip had become useless.

He sank completely, no strength left to pretend. With a strained breath, he lifted his gaze and said, “How—how did you figure it out?”

last, the crowd released the breath they’d been holding, and the silence

Maia as if she were right

stared down at him. Her

bold guess about the bomb being fake and took the

was bluffing. The bomb on him

he knew she might notice that something was wrong with these detonators if she got too close. “Old patterns are hard to

she and Vince once had, it

𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮:

to let Vince shake her, either emotionally or

this battle long before today,

voice remained calm as she cast a glance at Chris. There was reassurance in her tone, a

a moment, then gave her