Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1106 Chapter 1107: "Good thing the motherboard's intact, just a couple of loose joints," Austen said, making the final adjustment to the device before passing it to her. "I've soldered it back. It should power on now." Rosanna took the phone, a sly smile on her face. "But I don't really need it completely fixed. You know what I mean, right?" "Naturally, I left a hidden backdoor. Whenever you give the word, I can overload the circuits remotely and burn them out," Austen replied with ease. Ranked fourth as Faceless in The Mask, Austen found such tricks effortless.

"You truly are the most irresistible man I've ever known, Austen," Rosanna said, her voice dripping with admiration. A sudden buzz from her own phone interrupted the moment. Glancing at the screen, she saw Jarrod's name. "How stupid Jarrod is. I can't imagine someone like him carrying the same bloodline as mine," Rosanna muttered coldly. Still, appearances mattered. Her fingers flew over the screen as she sent her reply. "You don't have to thank me, Jarrod. We are family." Inside the hospital room, Jarrod read Rosanna's message and felt his fists curl tightly.

"So it really was Rosanna who settled the bill." The thought of Axell's miserly ways came to him next, and his chest constricted. "Getting that much money from the Nelson family must have been incredibly hard for her." Meanwhile, Maia had done absolutely nothing. The parents who had cared for her for seventeen years now lay unconscious, and she hadn't even appeared at their bedside or shown the slightest concern. "Maia, couldn't you at least pretend to care?" As he remembered the ranger's account of the accident, Jarrod's mind sank into unease once again.

Latest chapters uploaded gαℓησvℯs․com Was it possible that Maia was tied to what had happened to his parents? Was that why she kept silent and refused to show up? Maia was already seated in a taxi, heading toward the western suburbs. Raindrops soon began to fall, brushing softly against the windows and creating a rhythmic patter. The dim glow of streetlights stretched into streaks of light as the car sped along, sliding quickly past her view. For seventeen years-nearly her whole life-she had given herself to the Morgan family, yet recognition and respect had always been withheld.

When the taxi pulled to a stop, the drizzle had faded into silence. She stepped onto the pavement and caught sight of her reflection in a shallow puddle under the glow of a streetlamp. Her figure looked solitary, almost fragile. But as memories of Chris surfaced-those fleeting, warm moments they shared-a tender smile curved on Maia's lips. . . .