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?”

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

looked at Maia as if she

stared down at him. Her expression was steady, untouched by

just luck. She had made a bold guess about the bomb being

it turned out, she was right; Vince was bluffing. The bomb on him would never

only to protect the controller, but because, deep down, he knew she might notice that

it before: whatever she and Vince once

𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓮

refused to let Vince shake her, either emotionally or

before today, Vince. It’s over.

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

a moment, then gave