Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 390: No, this couldn't be. Maia didn't even know how to play the piano - Jarrod had said so himself. How could she possibly play like this? Jarrod stood there, stunned. His mouth hung open as he whispered, "How could she...?" Soon, the music came to an end. Maia gently pulled her hands away, stood up, and turned to face Chris, holding his intense, mesmerizing gaze. A discarded illegitimate son and a shamed, phony heiress stood facing each other on stage, as if bathed in a thousand blinding spotlights, so dazzling that no one could bear to look directly at them.

In that instant, one thought crossed everyone's mind: the two seemed made for each other. Not in a mocking way - there was something genuine about how perfectly they matched. The sight struck Mariana to her core. She clenched her fists and glared at Maia with intense, venomous hatred. Maia glanced at Chris, raising an eyebrow with a knowing look. "Mr. Cooper, your violin skills are impressive." Chris squinted his charming eyes and laughed softly. "I could say the same to you, Miss Watson.

Your piano skills are perfect." It felt like they were two souls in sync, rare and special, a true meeting of minds. She hadn't imagined that the person who could play so flawlessly alongside her had been right there the whole time. Maia looked at the violin in Chris's hand, a touch of warmth stirring inside her. She said, "Today was a bit rushed. If we get another chance..." Additional chapters at g ln ov els . Chris's smile turned even more playful. He leaned in close to Maia's ear and spoke softly. "Sure. If we get the chance, we can have a...

more in-depth exchange." Maia's face turned red in an instant. For a brief moment, she had thought of Chris as a kindred spirit, nearly forgetting that he was still a charming playboy! Maia took a step back, avoiding his gaze, and walked off the stage toward Rosanna. With a faint smile, Maia's tone was lazy, but her words cut like a knife. "Miss Morgan, your piano technique was a little stiff just now. Maybe you should avoid pieces that are too challenging." "And one more thing-" Maia narrowed her eyes, her tone laid-back, "knowing your limits matters.

If you're not good at it, just practice more before showing off." Rosanna stood there, frozen, her face drained of color. Chris remained on the stage, a small smile in his eyes, as he clapped lightly for Maia. His applause seemed to snap the guests out of their stunned silence, and in the next instant, the hall erupted with thunderous clapping.

"Those two from the Morgan family were just saying Maia couldn't play the piano, but she just completely outperformed Rosanna in every way!" "Maia's skill was something only possible with pure talent and countless hours of practice!" "Rosanna tried to make it seem like Maia was envious of her, but in reality, it was obvious that Rosanna was the one jealous of Maia's abilities!" The mockery that was once directed at Maia was now completely aimed at Rosanna. Rosanna was about to break down in tears. . . .