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.”

Cooper Group’s spokesperson finally finished the lengthy

every camera and recorder

stillness, mirrored by the viewers at home, frozen

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present and virtual — waited like statues, desperate to catch his first reaction to the growing

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

morning unfolded at the Cooper Estate. Kolton casually brought the rim of the porcelain cup to his lips, savoring the richness of the brew before setting it back

eyes, Claudius had always been the perfect piece on the board — silent, precise, and always

turned toward the television, his gaze settling on

a snort, he scoffed. “Wront’s heroine? What a joke. You’re a curse — bad luck follows

silence like a blade. “To all members of the media, I’d like to respond

this story than what’s been shown,” he said, his

disbelief crept into his

seated behind Claudius. Their composed expressions twisted into alarm. No one had expected this. The script

Maia’s guilt — to expose

face as he stepped forward, fully prepared