Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 115: For a moment, Vincenzo hesitated.

It wasn't like him to meddle in shady schemes. His reputation had been built on clean deals. But as he weighed the situation, he reminded himself of the truth - Maia had been robbed of what was rightfully hers.

Lured by Rosanna's lies, she had walked straight into an underground black market while chasing the bracelet. It was obvious now just how vicious Rosanna's intentions had been. She had wanted not only to block Maia from getting the bracelet back but also to make sure she paid a heavy price for even trying.

And in situations like this, it felt only right that a deceiver be outwitted by their own game. The doubt in Vincenzo's face melted into a determined resolve. He gave a firm nod.

"Alright. Let's make it happen."

Early the next morning, Rosanna was already wide awake, practically buzzing with excitement.

During the night, one of the two deep-pocketed bidders had pulled out of the auction, settling the final price at a staggering two hundred and forty million dollars.

Without wasting a second, she had reached out to the remaining buyer, worried they might backpedal on the deal, and locked in a meeting for nine o'clock sharp.

Her original plan had been to keep the bracelet as a way to control Maia. But stacked against a payday of two hundred and forty million, that idea now seemed laughable.

Selling the bracelet as fast as possible was the smarter move. Dragging things out would only invite trouble.

After wrapping the bracelet carefully, Rosanna tucked it into her bag. As she made her way out of her room, a bubbling sense of triumph took hold, and she struggled to hide the grin breaking across her face.

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However, just as she reached the staircase, she bumped into Jarrod, who was just stepping out of his room.

Still half-asleep, Jarrod squinted at Rosanna, noticing her dressed and ready to leave, and shot her a questioning look. "Heading out this early, Rosanna?"

Snapping herself back into composure, Rosanna quickly pressed her lips together and threw out a casual excuse. "I'm meeting up with Stacy for some shopping."

Jarrod's face darkened. "Stacy again? She used to be a makeup counter saleswoman. After knowing you, she used your connection to hook up with those rich men, and she's even willing to be a mistress. She's scheming and unscrupulous. You should stop associating with her."

In his eyes, Stacy had never been worth much. It was clear that she was using Rosanna as a stepping stone to climb higher. Yet Rosanna, too kind and too trusting, had welcomed her without a second thought.

Jarrod's disgust had only deepened after learning that Maia had gotten mixed up with a similar type of man.

Bad company tended to rub off, and he feared Rosanna might start picking up the same tricks.

Tightening her grip on her bag, Rosanna rolled her eyes and brushed past the topic with a quick turn. "Anyway, how's your situation going?"

Hearing the mention of the kidnapping and the embarrassment he had suffered the day before made Jarrod's temples throb with irritation.

"Nothing yet. Now that you mention it, I should head to the police station and push them a little. If they keep stalling, I'll make sure they have no choice but to move."

Muttering under his breath, he turned back to his room to wash up and get ready.

Watching him retreat, Rosanna finally let her guard down. Without wasting another second, she slipped out of the house and followed the address the buyer had given her, arriving in front of a jewelry and antique shop.

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