Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1206 Chapter 1208: For a heartbeat, he thought he recognized a voice. And then agony, searing and unrelenting, as though his skull had been plunged into boiling water. His consciousness flickered and went dark. The final image branded into his mind was Maia's face, streaked with panic as she rushed toward him. "Don't tell anyone I'm here," Chris said firmly, sidestepping Maxwell's barrage of questions. "Go dig into the black market.

I need intel on any recent smuggling runs-especially the source of those weapons." "I've already set people on it," Maxwell murmured, his voice low and grim. "But it's... empty. No leads, no chatter-nothing." He paused before adding, "Chris, something's off. None of Cooper Group's ships have left port lately, but everything..." "...about this feels tied to them. Those shooters seemed to appear out of nowhere, and their guns-like they bypassed the black market entirely." Maxwell met Chris's eyes head-on, his expression hard. "Did you catch a glimpse of them? Hear any words?

If we could snag even one, I'd never let those bastards walk free." Chris's brow furrowed. He forced his mind to rewind-and flashes flickered through. His body sprawled on cold asphalt, blood pooling beneath his head. His reflection hidden behind a metal mask. A swarm of faceless masks, multiplying. A lance of pain shot through his skull. Chris pressed both hands to his temples, gritting his teeth. And then, in the throbbing dark, a woman's voice rose-distant, yet unmistakable. "Quick! Save him!" It carried a timbre almost identical to Raegan's.

Chris's brows knit in deep thought, a flicker of suspicion about Raegan tightening his chest. The possibility sent sharp, unsettling ripples of anxiety through him. "Maxwell, the Cooper Group's charity gala is approaching. I need you to closely monitor someone," he said, his voice steady but urgent. "Keep a sharp eye on Kiley's executive assistant, Raegan Foster." Maxwell nodded, calm and unsurprised. In Wront, only the Cooper Group dared challenge Chris, their moves so cunning that even Maxwell-hardened by years of vigilance-could find no thread leading back to them.

The two continued their discussion, refining their strategy. Maxwell would shadow Raegan, while Chris would attend the gala hosted by Cooper Group alongside Maia. "I'll head out now," Maxwell said, rising. "Take care." Left alone, Chris rose from the bed and approached the window. Moonlight spilled through the glass, cloaking him in a silvery glow that sharpened the lines of his striking features. . . .