Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 107: Maia said nothing, her mind racing. Maybe five people on the planet could build a wall like that.

It had to be either a hacker on par with her - or someone rich enough to hire one of the best.

And anyone that skilled wasn't about to waste time on pocket change.

150 million… Who the hell would pay that much for Vicki's bracelet? Her fingers curled into a fist. Until she figured out their true motive, she couldn't let that bracelet fall into anyone else's hands.

When she spoke again, her voice was crisp and cutting. "Raise the offer. Make it one-point-one billion."

"Are you out of your mind?!" The voice on the other end sputtered. "One-point-one billion isn't exactly spare change!"

"You heard me clearly. Just do what I said," Maia replied, her tone flat and unshaken.

She ended the call without another word.

Meanwhile, across the city in Chris's penthouse, his phone lit up with an incoming call from Maxwell.

"Chris, we've got a problem! Someone else is bidding on that bracelet - and they just raised the offer to one-point-one billion!"

Chris's brows drew into a hard line. "Any luck figuring out who is behind all this?"

With a heavy sigh, Maxwell shook his head. "Nothing so far. Even Hawk - the top hacker from ST - couldn't crack it. Whoever's behind this is just as skilled. Hawk suspects it's someone from Polaris, and not just anyone - probably a high-ranking member."

In the world of hacking, ST had long been the dominant force. With its global network, deep authority, and near-monopoly on major contracts, ST's name alone commanded respect.

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Meanwhile, Polaris had exploded onto the scene in recent years, rising from nowhere to snatch up countless deals that once belonged to ST. Their sudden growth sparked an all-out cold war between the two groups.

Over time, these battles - fierce, relentless, and messy - always ended the same way: stalemates. Neither side able to land a final blow.

Yet Polaris had already succeeded in shaking the foundation of ST's empire, slashing its revenue to less than half of what it once was.

Because of this bitter rivalry, an unwritten law now hung over the hacking world: if you worked with ST, you didn't touch Polaris. If you crossed that line, you became a target.

Narrowing his deep-set eyes, Chris muttered, "Polaris…" Even here, someone had the nerve to challenge him.

Tension tightened across his face. "Increase the bid to one hundred and sixty million."

At the Morgan estate.

Curled up in her room, Rosanna sat hunched over her phone. The entire house was steeped in a suffocating gloom, heavy as a wet blanket. Even though Jarrod had gone to the police, everyone knew it would be days before anything concrete surfaced.

The Morgan family had no chance of saving face until the scandal over the indecent photos was cleared.

No matter how hard she tried to distract herself, Rosanna couldn't escape it. Her phone was buzzing nonstop with messages.

Each one asked the same infuriating question - was the man in those disgusting online photos really her brother, Jarrod?

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