Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1128 Chapter 1130: The way he spoke left no room for doubt. His tone carried open hostility. That made a hint of doubt flicker through her clear eyes. Could it be that the warden in front of her was not Zoey's ally? "Hey, I'm speaking. Do you even hear me?" Shiloh snapped again, a cold sound in his throat, while Maia stood thinking. His sharp stare slid past her and fixed on the guards nearby. "You two, put away your weapons and get back to your stations. Don't wait for an accident to remind you of my rules." His command carried weight, and the guards obeyed at once.

They shoved their guns back into their holsters and snapped to attention. "Yes, sir!" "Sorry about earlier. I lost my cool for a moment. You're just not the type of warden I expected to see." Maia dropped her eyes, forcing a small, cautious smile. "You act with authority, but it feels like I'm not wanted here." A faint twitch flickered at the edge of Shiloh's eye, though the rest of his face stayed rigid. "Ms. Watson, keep the sweet talk to yourself. This is Wront Prison. I won't allow unnecessary trouble on my grounds." He lifted his hand toward the bright yellow line painted on the floor.

"Especially not here, right outside the prison gate. I'll be direct. That strip of ground, fifty yards out, still counts as a forbidden zone. You've been hanging around here too long. Do you want one of my guards to put a bullet in you? I don't enjoy repeating myself." His voice hardened, and he motioned firmly for her to move away. Maia gave Shiloh a quick glance, then turned her eyes back to the two guards by the gate. With a soft, almost apologetic voice, she said, "I'll head out now." She had already noticed that the guards at the entrance were strangers.

She had never laid eyes on them before. That told her Zoey's influence inside the prison was slipping. It also meant that Maia no longer had an easy path into Wront Prison. She chose to back off for the moment and think up a new plan later. gν⫶ⅽ But after she had taken only a few steps, Shiloh's voice rang out from behind her. This time he sounded far more irritated. "Ms. Watson, what's wrong with your legs? You're crawling like a snail. Even my grandma at eighty could outwalk you. Get in the car.

I'll drive you off myself, and I'll make sure it's nowhere near here," Shiloh barked, cutting the air with a sharp wave of his hand. A black sedan rolled up at once, and without giving Maia any chance to resist, Shiloh shoved her inside, dropping her into the back seat. He turned sharply, forced down his anger, and scolded the guards in a clipped voice. "Next time, don't wait until someone's already at your nose before you react! I demand you block intruders at a hundred yards. That's the rule. No excuses." "Yes, sir!" both guards shouted together. Shiloh swung the car door shut with force.

The engine roared to life, and the car sped away down the road. At the same time, one guard suddenly bent over, clutching his gut. He muttered to his partner, "Cover me for a while. My stomach's acting up." He dashed through a side entrance, but instead of heading for the restroom, he slipped into an empty corner. Pressing his back to the wall, he hurriedly typed a message on his phone, reporting what had just happened, and hit send. . . .