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

up at her. Vince looked at Maia as if she were right there and still

down at him.

earlier wasn’t just luck. She had made a bold guess

was bluffing. The

gap between them—not only to protect the controller, but because, deep down, he knew she might notice

had said it before: whatever she and Vince once

𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓮

Vince shake

battle long before today,

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

blinked, caught off guard for a moment,