Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1081 Chapter 1082: Meanwhile, Maia inhaled deeply before stepping back into the restaurant lobby. The fireworks still blazed outside, but she slipped quietly through the crowd, making her way toward the private room. To her, such displays were nothing new-she had seen far grander before. At that very moment, Maxwell, who was slicing the wagyu beef, fumbled, sending the knife clattering against the plate with a sharp ring. Rubbing his eyes, he pointed toward Maia's retreating figure. "Look, isn't that Maia?" At that moment, Austen stepped back into his bedroom.

The instant he lay down, Rosanna curled against him, slipping her arms around his waist. "Austen, why didn't you wake me? I'm starving... Let's go get something to eat." Austen caught her hand with a playful grip, teasing, "Still hungry? After everything we've just enjoyed?" A low chuckle left him before he added, "But first, tell me-how do you plan to deal with Maia?" At that, Rosanna's eyes gleamed with sudden excitement. "So you're finally going to help me?" She leaned in eagerly, pressing close against Austen, and whispered, "Listen...

here's what I have in mind." As Rosanna's whisper drifted across the room, a faint smile tugged at Austen's lips. "I see. So this is your plan? It does not sound very convincing." Rosanna lingered in silence, letting the weight of his words settle. Then a sly smile curved across her face. She leaned into Austen's chest, the delicate sweep of her left hand tracing lazy circles against his skin. A low chuckle escaped her throat. "This is only the first step, of course." Austen caught her hand before it could wander further, his gaze narrowing as he searched her expression.

"But are you not afraid of regret? After all, what you are planning is to harm your own parents." Her eyes betrayed no hesitation. Cold steel glimmered there-determination sharpened with a ruthlessness that chilled him. "Regret?" She moved suddenly, flipping onto his lap with a laugh. "They forfeited the right to call themselves my parents long ago." Her voice cut like glass when she added, "They were the ones who abandoned me first." Austen's smile vanished, replaced by a brooding shadow in his eyes.

After a moment of heavy silence, he said in a measured tone, "A staged car accident is not difficult. I can show you how to arrange it. But the act itself-you will carry it out alone." Rosanna wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. "I understand your concern. Rest assured, you need not dirty your hands. It is still early... shall we spend the time together instead?" Meanwhile, across the city, Anita Restaurant buzzed with noise and clinking glasses.

Chris and Maxwell shouldered their way through the crowd, straining to keep sight of the figure who had caught Maxwell's attention. The woman's silhouette had been unmistakable. It looked like Maia. Yet, in the blink of an eye, she had vanished around the corner. "Where did she go? Did I just see a ghost, or am I losing my mind?" Maxwell muttered, frowning as he scanned the corridor of private dining rooms. "Could she have slipped inside one of these?" . . .