Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1185 Chapter 1187: Maxwell stayed silent. Just then, a man burst in-Roland Cullen, Zenith Legal's top lawyer. "Are you all right, Pattie?" Roland asked as he hurried to her side. Once he made sure she wasn't injured, his gaze shifted to the officers around them. Only then did he notice Maxwell standing among them. "You're late, Mr. Cullen," Pattie said with a light chuckle. "But don't worry-Maxwell already took care of the problem." She had caught the worry etched on Roland's face earlier, and it lifted her spirits more than she expected. "Come on," she added, grinning.

"Someone wants to buy us drinks. Oh, and I need to ask you something-how exactly do you sue someone for slander?" Just then, someone's eyes widened in recognition, and they blurted out in shock, "Wait-that's Roland Cullen from Zenith Legal! The undefeated lawyer!" The two officers who had harassed Pattie stiffened. Panic flickered in their eyes. If Roland sued, their careers were toast. Their chief, drenched in nervous sweat, stepped forward. "Mr. Cullen, it was all a misunderstanding. And everything's resolved now." Maxwell glanced between the chief and Roland, then back to Pattie.

A strange unease crept in. He didn't belong here. But Chris had sent him-he had no choice. Roland's gaze turned icy. "A misunderstanding?" He looked to Pattie. "Is that true?" The police chief sidled up to Maxwell. "Mr. Payne, please... smooth things over. We can't afford trouble with that lawyer." Maxwell sighed. "Let's go. This isn't the place to talk. We'll continue elsewhere." Once Pattie and her group had exited, the captain wiped his brow and turned to the two officers. "Who the hell is Mr. Payne? Why does the chief fear him?" The two officers exchanged blank stares and shrugged.

"Idiots!" the captain spat, storming off. He climbed to his office on the second floor, locked the door, and dialed a number. A voice answered instantly. "What is it?" "We failed to keep that woman here. Maxwell Payne and Roland Cullen showed up and wrecked our plan," the captain muttered, his eyes drifting to a mask encased in glass. Your source for updates gⱯlnσνls․com "Understood. You did what you could," the voice replied, low and deliberate. "We'll use this against Maia. Spread the word of what happened.

Pattie's compromised-and MCN and Maia are entangled." "Got it," the captain said, then hesitated. "The chief fears Maxwell. Do you know who he is?" "Maxwell Payne? The black market kingpin and an information broker..." The man's eyes narrowed. "Looks like your police chief has been compromised. Maxwell must be holding something over him." He paused, considering the implications. "This is getting interesting. Pattie's tied to someone like him-or maybe... the real power behind Maia is Wront's criminal network. That would line up with someone who's done time. We might be onto something here.

Let's dig deeper into that angle." At the Heliopolis Hotel, the man ended his call with the captain of Erygan. He reached for his coffee and took a slow sip. Next to him rested a carved walnut mask, its presence quietly unsettling. . . .