Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 887:

Truth be told, Maia wasn’t the only one running on empty. Chris, after everything, was feeling it too—hunger creeping in now that the tension had died down. And they weren’t alone. Even a few special forces officers nearby were rubbing their stomachs, clearly thinking the same thing.

Just then, a familiar voice cut through the air. “Is everyone alright?” Maxwell strolled over, a massive cello case slung across his back.

Pattie gave him a quick once-over and smirked. “Maxwell? What’s this—joining an orchestra now?”

Stopping in his tracks, Maxwell raised both hands in defense. “This thing? It’s a gift from a friend. I was nearby when I caught the live stream and nearly had a heart attack. Came straight here. Good to see you all in one piece.”

“You really have a talent for showing up at the most dramatic moments,” Pattie muttered under her breath, eyeing the cello with clear suspicion. Since when did he play? And who gave him a cello?

Still, she let the questions slide and refocused. “Since you’re here, how about pointing us to somewhere we can get food? Preferably a place that doesn’t come with lunatics included.”

to take chances. Vince might be out of the picture, but those three Morgan family lunatics who’d been hovering around the MCN building lately? Just thinking about them made her

out at KTV not long ago. That’s gotta count for something, right?” Maxwell’s gaze drifted between Chris and Maia. “Honestly, I’m just glad everyone

spoke up. “You know this neighborhood, Maxwell. Got

second before everything clicked. “Ms. Watson’s got

𝖀𝗽𝗅𝗈𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝗋𝗮𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝗈 𝗀ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧉𝖼𝗈𝗆

at the rooftop restaurant earlier,”

understanding dawned on him. Chris wasn’t

gem nearby. Secure. And the best part? The chefs there trained under the same mentors as

Maia and Pattie blurted it out at the same time,

“No doubt about it.

group split into separate vehicles