Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 111: Tilting her head toward the seat listed in the message, she soon spotted a man clad in a black hoodie cautiously moving into view. After surveying the room with sharp eyes, he dropped into the designated seat with deliberate care. Through her earpiece, a steady voice broke the silence.

"Boss, I'm here. Where should I look?"

Keeping her movements subtle, Maia lifted the microphone to her lips and murmured, "I'm close by. Stay calm. Don't turn around. Don't make him suspicious."

Immediately, the man froze and dropped his eyes to the table, trying to act natural. Out of nowhere, the room darkened, and the hooded man looked up to see a middle-aged figure seated across from him.

Their contact had arrived.

Maia narrowed her eyes, focusing intently, and a trace of surprise flickered across her face. How could it be him?

The man was Vincenzo, the elusive owner of The Underbarrel.

A few steps behind Vincenzo, hidden away in the dimmest part of the room, was a tall figure with long legs, a black baseball cap pulled low over his face. His black clothes melted into the shadows, making him almost invisible unless one looked closely.

Choosing to come in person, Chris wanted to see firsthand who was pulling the strings.

However, the moment he laid eyes on the man across from Vincenzo, Chris caught on right away. Both of them were simply middlemen. The real powers at play were still tucked safely out of sight.

Feeling no need to stick around, Chris pushed himself up from his seat and walked toward the exit without a second thought.

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Just then, Maia lifted her head and spotted a tall figure weaving quickly through the crowd.

Her fine brows drew together in a faint frown. There was something hauntingly familiar about that man.

Across from him, Vincenzo watched the man closely, taking in the hunched figure dressed in a black hoodie and mask.

Thick black glasses covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of wary eyes exposed.

Leaning back slightly, Vincenzo studied him with suspicion and asked, "You must be the one who's been trying to snatch that bracelet online too?"

At a glance, the man's timid and greasy manner made it hard to imagine him as someone wealthy enough to toss hundreds of millions at a piece of jewelry. He looked more like a reclusive shut-in than a high-rolling bidder.

Guided by Maia's voice crackling softly in his earpiece, the hooded figure slowly turned toward Vincenzo and answered in a raspy voice, "Vincenzo Casadei. Owner of The Underbarrel, one of the black market's hidden gems in Erygan. Famous collector of rare treasures. Never thought you'd be chasing the bracelet too."

Surprise flashed across Vincenzo's face.

Despite the mask covering most of the man's face, Vincenzo was certain he'd never seen him before.

Still, the man had revealed his name, identity, and personal interests without missing a beat.

Instantly, Vincenzo's playful attitude faded, replaced by sharp caution.

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Vincenzo asked, "Mind telling me your name? And how you came to hear about this bracelet?"

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