Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 979:

He continued in a serious tone, “Promise me. From now on, don’t recklessly put yourself in danger, and I’ll increase your monthly allowance by ten thousand dollars.”

That finally earned a small smile from Marisa. “Deal! I’ll be more careful from now on — no more close calls, I promise.”

Just as that rare moment of warmth settled between them, movement stirred in the distance. From the shadows, Tyrant suddenly pushed himself upright. He hadn’t lost consciousness after all. His glare burned with rage as he locked eyes on the path Chris had taken — and without warning, he sprinted after him.

Maxwell’s voice cracked with alarm. “Oh no — he’s not finished!”

There was no doubt about it. Tyrant was headed straight for Maia and Chris.

Reacting on instinct, Maxwell spun around and bolted after him.

“Have you lost your mind? Come back here!” Marisa’s panicked voice chased after him.

But her brother, who had no real combat skills to speak of, was already gone. And there was no pulling him back now.

Maxwell had already vanished down the shadowy corridor, swallowed by the dark.

Eyes turned next — this time landing squarely on Baylor.

“What?” Baylor blinked and scratched his head, clearly confused. “Why are you all staring at me?”

send Ethan over the edge. Even if his marriage to Maia was all for show, this wasn’t the time to just stand around

so why are you just standing there? Go outside and call the cops already! Can’t you see what kind of shape my sister’s in? Ugh — seriously!” Baylor’s face twisted with surprise. “What are you talking

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genuinely had

the underground ring was nearly deserted, with only four of them

together at

wasn’t adding up. Baylor looked genuinely baffled. And yet, Maia had been right in front of him. There was

eyes going wide as a thought

hesitation, brows drawn tight.

Ethan’s attention, too. He turned toward them, eyebrows raised in

to make sense of what was happening. The

left his mouth, he froze. His eyes grew wide. “Wait… don’t tell me… you’re not her

stared at him,

really have gotten it

stepped forward and asked again, “You’re saying your wife isn’t Maia Watson —

at me! I’m not even in her league.” Baylor shook

brief second,

washed over Melanie, and her knees nearly

imagined they’d blunder

thrown herself into

with visible discomfort. “I… I