Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1205 Chapter 1207: She should have recognized it sooner. That girl had spoken with precision about every one of Anti's creations, unpacking concepts with the ease of someone who lived and breathed them, even mentioning confidential details known to only a handful of insiders. Knowledge like that could belong only to a fervent admirer like herself-or to Anti herself, the mind behind the designs. Rosanna felt like a child caught mid-theft, hand still buried in the cookie jar.

But this wasn't the fear of a scolded child facing a parent-it was the deeper dread of confronting her own reflection. Murmurs drifted through the cluster of guests around her, each voice colliding with the next. "We're loading up on Cooper Group shares tomorrow. Nobody outside this room has caught wind of it yet." "Exactly. Keep this between us." "Once the media breaks the story about Anti's collaboration with Cooper Group the day after tomorrow, tomorrow's price will look like a steal. I'd bet this sends the stock soaring-easily five limit-up days in a row." "More than that.

Look at this soirée-Cooper Group isn't just throwing money around. They're using Radiant Jewels to catapult themselves onto the international stage. The guest list alone tells you they're making a move." "That's right. We owe Kiley thanks. Her invitation was basically an early alert." "No question. Tethering ourselves to Cooper Group and Kiley is the surest path to endless returns." Rosanna's fists curled so tightly her knuckles whitened. She made herself a vow: she would approach Anti again tonight, right here at this charity gala, and she would not squander the moment.

She wanted to learn, to absorb, to be guided-and maybe, just maybe, she could carve her own path to becoming a master jewelry designer far sooner than she had ever dared to hope. Meanwhile, inside one of the hospital wards, Chris had just completed a full round of examinations. The monitors read normal, yet a troubling haze still clouded his memory. Updates loaded at gαlησνes․com Maxwell sat close to the bed, brows drawn tight. "Chris," he demanded, his voice stripped of its usual careless ease, "what exactly went down? You told me to watch over Pattie but never mentioned you'd been ambushed.

Why keep me in the dark?" His fists were clenched tight, knuckles trembling with barely checked fury. "Who had the audacity to lay a hand on you? If Pattie hadn't phoned me from the police station today, I wouldn't even know you'd been hurt, let alone hospitalized." Chris gave a slow shake of his head. It wasn't a matter of secrecy-he simply couldn't summon the memories. Fragments floated back: a shadow following Maia, his own footsteps trailing into a narrow alley, the sudden confrontation. The attacker had moved like a predator-fast, deliberate, lethal.

Chris had fought back without restraint, leaving his assailant in bad shape. Then came the gunfire-loud, echoing. . . .