Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1071 Chapter 1072: She admitted to herself that she hadn't been acting like herself. She liked Roland, and there was no shame in that. Women today pursued love openly, and Maia was her closest friend, deserving her honesty. "Yes, I like Roland. He's my type, but he's so reserved." Maia wasn't surprised, having sensed this since the karaoke night and later at dinner. She genuinely wished for Pattie's happiness in love. Her expression grew serious as she recalled Kiley's warning. "I need your help with something.

I can't share all the details now, but you must find a way to get Roland out of Wront." Elvira had tried and failed to convince Roland to leave, leaving Pattie as their best hope. Maia feared what Zoey might do if Roland stayed. She wanted to protect those close to her, especially someone as kind as Roland. The thought of harm coming to him was unbearable. Pattie, seeing Maia's grave expression, grew concerned.

She realized this was tied to Roland's recent actions, like sending Vince to prison and supporting Maia during the Cooper Group's product launch, which had angered both the Cooper and Ward families. He was squarely in the center of a media storm, practically walking a tightrope. The Cooper and Ward families probably both wanted him gone. Damn it! How had she overlooked this? She needed to warn him. "I understand what you're saying, even without the details. Roland's in danger. This is the first time I've felt this way about a man, so I'll do everything to keep him safe.

Don't worry, Maia." Maia's voice grew firm. "Warning him isn't enough. You need to get him out of Wront. Don't leave anything to chance. We can't take risks." Pattie nodded, her face thoughtful. "I'll find a way to get him out." At Drakmire's bustling railway station, the platform teemed with people. Cade, the private investigator hired to probe Maia's parents' past, stepped off a train.

He adjusted his cap, glanced at the densely packed platform, and murmured, "As expected of Drakmire, so many people come here chasing opportunities." He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his employer, Hurst. "I've arrived at Maia's parents' birthplace and am starting the investigation." Cooper Vineyard. Beyond the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, vines twined along the corridor, weaving a canopy that cast shifting patterns of light. A faint breeze passed through, setting the wine in his glass rippling, its crimson surface trembling like silk.

Hurst leaned lazily into the carved mahogany chair, slowly swirling the vintage in his glass. He watched the liquid slide against the wall of crystal, drawing elegant arcs as though it were alive. A sudden buzz from the phone on the coffee table broke the quiet. He reached for it without hurry, eyes flicking to the screen. The name on the message made his lips curl into a smile edged with satisfaction: Cade. "So quick," Hurst muttered under his breath, a note of smugness slipping into his tone. . . .