Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 1002:

How could this pampered pretty boy possess such devastating skill? Tyrant’s assumptions had been catastrophically wrong. This young man, notorious throughout Wront as the Cooper family’s illegitimate embarrassment and worthless playboy, had just shattered four more of his ribs with surgical precision.

Chris stood composed, his clothing only slightly disheveled from the brief encounter.

“If you want to keep breathing, then start naming everyone involved in this scheme,” his voice carried the chill of winter frost.

Chris advanced one calculated step, forcing Tyrant to scramble backward until excruciating pain froze him in place.

“Don’t… don’t think you’re actually stronger than me. If it weren’t for the damage that woman inflicted earlier… Ahem…” Blood suddenly erupted from Tyrant’s lips as the crushing realization hit him that he was completely outmatched. Still, his stubborn pride refused to bow to reality. Admitting defeat simply wasn’t in his nature.

point being?” Chris’ tone carried playful mockery. “Sounds like

across Tyrant’s

the most ridiculous joke I’ve heard in my entire miserable

every secret spills from your lips.” Chris positioned his boot directly over Tyrant’s shattered ribs. “When you dared lay a finger on

off the iron cell walls as agony consumed

stepped back

deadly authority as his eyes narrowed to

underground facility and emerged into the

surroundings eerily deserted. He settled into a weathered chair, drawing slow, measured breaths to

confession had revealed the puppet master behind tonight’s chaos: his boss, that shaven-headed brute, acting on orders from a mysterious woman who had approached him personally. This woman concealed her identity behind an elaborate