Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 285: "Well, no interruptions now," he muttered.

Vince's gaze locked onto Maia, dark and burning. He didn't know that from the moment he entered the hotel room, his every move was being watched by countless viewers.

The live chat exploded in chaos, the screen overwhelmed by a flood of frantic comments.

"What on earth is happening? Are we really getting a live follow-up?! This is insane!" "Oh my God! Vince and Maia are now staying in a hotel room alone… Are they about to…"

"Wait, are you sure we can watch what will happen next for free? Is the homewrecker and the cheating jerk about to have a passionate reunion?"

"Jeez, Rosanna is bawling her eyes out while Vince sneaks off to meet Maia at a hotel? The audacity!"

"I can't even! This plot is beyond belief… but I can't look away!"

The guests at the engagement party gaped at the screen, their faces frozen in shock.

Charles gripped his cane with such force that his knuckles turned ghostly white, his face twisted into an expression of fury so dark that it seemed as though his rage could tear through the very air.

Gavin scrambled, trying every possible method to kill the feed, but every attempt was futile. Desperation clouded his mind as he thought about cutting the power, but the bodyguards hired by Pattie were no mere decoration. They were like iron-clad sentinels, ensuring that nothing - no one - could interrupt the broadcast.

Inside the hotel room, Vince took a long, forceful stride toward Maia, his hand grabbing her arm, his voice a low, urgent whisper. "Maia, what do you want to tell me?"

Maia remained eerily silent, her gaze unflinching and cool as it met his.

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Vince's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope as he studied Maia's serene, beautiful face. "You've changed your mind, haven't you? You want to be with me now?"

Back at the engagement party, the room seemed to freeze in time. Guests exchanged nervous glances, their mouths agape in shock, and a low, hushed murmur began to build, like the buzz of an impending storm.

The Morgan family's faces went from pale to ghostly, a slow, creeping horror spreading across their features.

Sandra's fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her face contorted with rage as she hissed, "That shameless Maia! How dare she try to seduce Vince again and again!"

"This is an outrage!" Richard roared, veins bulging on his forehead, his face flushed crimson with fury.

Jarrod stood like a stone statue, his fists clenched with such force that his arms trembled, his eyes burning daggers into Vince's very soul. Meanwhile, Rosanna's face had gone deathly pale, her eyes wide in shock and disbelief.

All Rosanna could think of was one desperate wish: she wanted to sink into the earth and disappear, swallowed by the very floor beneath her, anything to escape the suffocating humiliation pressing in on her. Meanwhile, the live chat was erupting in a frenzy, each comment faster than the last.

"Oh my God! Vince actually said that?!"

"He's still obsessed with Maia?! Are you kidding me?!"

"Rosanna is crying her eyes out, and Vince is off chasing Maia? What a despicable jerk!"

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