Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1054 Chapter 1055: "Very well," Chris answered with a faint smile. Chris ended the call as soon as he finished speaking. He moved to the window and peered into the dark emptiness beyond. Kiley seemed completely in the dark about that old incident. Kolton had apparently wiped away every trace of the assassination attempt, even taking care of the hitman. Chris figured it was wiser to wait for the invitation cards before bringing the topic up with Maia. He then pulled out his phone and glanced through the messages Maia had sent just moments ago.

A small, subtle smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Maia, I have no clue what you're planning, but... I'm counting on you," he said to himself. Chris switched off the lights in the living room and made his way to the bedroom. Meanwhile, in a suite at the Heliopolis Hotel, Wront, Kiley set her phone aside and made her way slowly toward the bathroom. Steam filled the room, and the constant rush of running water echoed all around. She tapped gently on the door and murmured, "I'm still uneasy about this. Tomorrow morning, go to MCN and send invitations to both Pattie and Maia.

Make sure they know about the charity gala next Saturday." Inside, Raegan switched off the shower with her slender fingers and draped a towel around herself. She replied casually, "No problem. I've already got the invitations for MCN ready." After thinking for a moment, she opened the bathroom door, water dripping from her long hair. "Kiley, there's no reason to stress about Maia turning it down. She's the talk of the town these days, and with that kind of reputation, she won't have the nerve to skip the gala.

Once we leak the invite list to the press and let it spread, if Maia doesn't show, her image could take a serious hit. Someone like her rejecting a charity event? Her good name would turn sour fast." She added with a smile, "From what I've seen, Maia's sharp and sees the bigger picture. She'll get it and won't say no." "Alright," Kiley said, her tone warm with gratitude. "I'll leave the media work to you." Ltst chptrs in gαlovels.cøm In the operating room, Maia, soaked in sweat, was practicing dissections on a model, scalpel in hand. Lenny hovered nearby, offering advice from time to time.

Still, as the minutes dragged on, Maia's hands shook more than usual. "Maia, don't get worked up. Let's go slowly, one step at a time," Lenny reassured her. "That's enough for today. Head home and rest. Tomorrow, recall what you did today, follow the process, and try to find your flow." "I'm fine, Professor Bryant. I can keep going. Let me practice a bit longer," Maia said through gritted teeth, pressing on. "Today, I have to get past this mental block." In reality, the "mental block" was just a cover for her injured right hand. Seeing that, Lenny didn't say another word.

He moved closer and brushed the sweat off Maia's forehead, offering a few words of encouragement. "Keep pushing! You've got this!" . . .