Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 220: "There's talk about you suing Rosanna and her fans. Can you confirm it? And what do you think about the rumors spread about you online? Do you have anything to say?"

"Miss Watson, how do you feel about Rosanna pulling out of the competition? There are claims that she turned down the revival round because of you."

The uproar over the incident was overwhelming, and the media swarmed in, quickly enclosing the three of them. Every question seemed like a loaded trap, ready to spin Maia's words against her.

Pattie's expression darkened into a deep frown. Maia didn't flinch, maintaining an indifferent silence as if the reporters were invisible.

"That's far enough," Pattie retorted coldly, stepping protectively in front of Maia. "Why don't you go bother Rosanna instead? She's the one who's been playing you all for fools."

"We need security, now!" Brielle urgently dialed her phone. Matching Pattie's fierce stance, she swiftly moved Maia behind her.

Within moments, security guards and several staff members rushed to the scene. They swiftly formed a protective wall, blocking the reporters from advancing any further.

Seizing their chance, the three women broke through the gap, though the relentless reporters quickly regrouped.

With no other option, Pattie and Brielle pushed Maia to move ahead. They stayed back, ready to block the reporters and buy her some time. Maia hesitated briefly but quickly realized that there wouldn't be another opportunity. She gave a grateful nod, then turned and bolted. By the time the reporters realized what was happening, Maia had already ducked into a narrow alleyway.

Chaos erupted behind her, voices shouting and cameras flashing.

"Move aside! She's escaping-this is urgent news!"

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"Ms. Watson, at least leave your number! We'd love an exclusive interview later!"

Maia knew that Pattie and Brielle couldn't hold off the crowd forever, but they'd done enough to buy her crucial time. Only a few persistent reporters remained on her heels. She could easily lose them now.

Without slowing her pace, Maia sprinted down the alley. If memory served, this alleyway opened onto a busy shopping street. Once there, blending into the bustling crowd would force her pursuers to abandon the chase.

Her footsteps quickened-the brightly lit exit was within reach. But just as Maia prepared to slip onto the crowded street, a sleek black Maybach abruptly blocked her path.

It belonged to Vince.

Maia had ridden in this very car years ago, a memory now tainted by time.

A knowing smirk crossed Vince's lips.

He'd anticipated Maia's escape route perfectly.

"Hop in - I'll get you out of here," Vince called out calmly.

She hesitated, instinctively ready to refuse, but the rapidly approaching footsteps forced her hand.

Without any other option, she slid into the passenger seat.

The car accelerated sharply, leaving the frantic clicks of camera shutters fading into the background.

Inside the vehicle, passing streetlights painted rhythmic patterns across Maia's and Vince's faces.

Vince drove casually with one hand on the steering wheel, the other casually moving toward Maia's hand.

Maia immediately jerked away.

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