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?”

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

stared up at her. Vince looked at Maia as

him. Her

luck. She had made a bold guess about the

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

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

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

𝓿𝓲𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮:

refused to let Vince shake her, either emotionally

today,

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

off guard for a