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?”

they’d been holding, and the silence broke into a storm of gasps

eyes stared up at her. Vince looked at Maia as if she

him. Her expression was steady, untouched

wasn’t just luck. She had made a bold guess about the bomb being fake and

it turned out, she was right; Vince was bluffing. The bomb on him

might notice that something was wrong with these detonators

Maia had said it before: whatever she and Vince once had, it was long

𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓮

let Vince shake her,

this battle long before today, Vince.

voice remained calm as she cast a glance at Chris. There was reassurance in her tone, a gentle steadiness that followed as she added, “Chris, everything’s fine now; the

blinked, caught off guard for a moment, then gave