Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 989:

The fury didn’t leave her. It coiled tighter inside, offering no relief.

Once she collected herself, her voice dropped to a whisper. “Got it. Just stay with Maia and make sure she’s okay. I’m coming over now.”

After the call ended, she wasted no time. Her fingers flew across the screen as she typed a message to Roland. “Maia’s been hurt and she’s in the hospital now. I need you to cover the press conference. I have to be with her. I won’t find peace unless I’m there.”

With the message sent, she stood up. Her eyes swept over the line of smug executives, a look of pure contempt hardening her face. Without another word, she walked out with unwavering purpose.

Across the venue, Roland’s gaze was fixed on a single word glowing on his phone — hospital. A knot formed in his chest. His hands turned clammy, and it took him a moment to realize he was sweating.

“This is the nightmare I was hoping to avoid,” he muttered under his breath. His eyes shifted from the message to the man speaking on stage. Whatever warmth was in his gaze had long since disappeared.

There was no doubt in Roland’s mind now. The Cooper Group had gone too far.

Narrowing his eyes, Roland drew in a slow breath. “The Cooper Group. The Ward family. Every last one of you. I’m not letting this slide.”

finally finished the lengthy opening remarks, passing the microphone

at once, flashes sparked, and shutters clicked, every camera and recorder

spoken. The conference hall fell into an eerie stillness, mirrored by the viewers

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from Claudius on stage. The crowd — both present and virtual

on the stage. His eyes drifted across the sea of faces before dipping low, his posture unreadable. Whatever passed through his mind,

to his lips, savoring the richness of the brew before setting it

Claudius had always been the perfect piece on the board —

lingered as Kolton turned toward the television, his

through the dirt.” With a snort, he scoffed. “Wront’s heroine? What a joke. You’re a curse — bad luck follows you

television speakers, cutting through the silence like a blade. “To all members of the media, I’d like to respond to the rumors that

his head, Claudius locked eyes with the camera. “There’s more to this story than what’s been shown,” he said, his voice now steady and

crept into his eyes. His fingers twitched, and

Their

was supposed to confirm Maia’s guilt — to expose her as the manipulator.

he stepped forward, fully prepared to wrest the