Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 440: Looking at Chris again, the shaven-headed man realized he was staring at a completely different person. Chris exuded a chilling, powerful aura that was terrifying. Without sparing him a single glance, Chris issued a quiet, lethal order. "Clean this up. No traces." His voice was as cold as ice. Chris turned on his heel and walked toward the far end of the alley, where a violet glow spilled from the sign of the Neon Dreams Bar. Behind him, muffled pleas and the sickening sounds of fists meeting flesh echoed through the night air. "Sir, I was wrong!

Please, have mercy!" "Stop, stop hitting me! Vince sent us! I was just doing my job!" But Chris remained indifferent, walking away without a second look. He entered through the bar's side entrance, pulling the door shut behind him, sealing the chaos behind cold steel and silence. Inside, he moved quickly through the lounge and vanished down a back corridor. At the end of the hallway, he stopped at a narrow panel, pressing his palm against it. A mechanical click sounded, and the wall shifted, revealing a hidden door.

Chris slipped through, and the passage was tight, dimly lit, and suffocatingly silent. The cavernous room that unfolded was a high-tech underground command hub, pulsing with quiet intensity. Over a hundred people worked inside, monitors blinking and equipment humming. This was Chris's secret base in Wront-one of many. As he stepped inside, someone hurried over, offering a cigarette with both hands. Chris took it without a word. The lighter clicked, and smoke curled from his lips, his expression shifting as his eyes narrowed with focus.

"When does the shipment clear customs?" he asked, his voice sharp and low. "Tomorrow morning. Four A.M.," the man answered promptly, his tone laced with deference. Every journey starts at gαℓησνs․c The man motioned toward the far wall. "This way, Mr. Cooper." Chris followed, his eyes locking onto the massive screen now filling the far end of the room. Surveillance feeds, blinking signals, and satellite maps illuminated the display, resembling an electric constellation. The man pointed at a pulsing red dot moving steadily across one of the screens. "This is our primary target.

We've embedded multiple trackers, so even if one is compromised, the others will remain active." Chris exhaled slowly, his breath controlled. "Good. Gather the team," he ordered. "We're moving out. Now." Inside the Cooper Mansion, Kolton massaged his temples, feeling the weight of the many concerns that had accumulated over the past few days. Finally, he managed to carve out some time to visit his dear daughter, Mariana. Despite all the trouble she had caused, she remained his favorite child. He made his way to her bedroom door and knocked.

The broken items had already been replaced, and as long as Mariana could settle down, he was willing to replace a few more. After waiting for a moment, he received no reply. At that moment, a servant happened to walk by. Kolton asked, "Where is Mariana?" "Miss Cooper is in the studio," the servant replied politely. "Understood, you may leave," Kolton said, his brow furrowing slightly as he made his way to the studio. When he entered, he found Mariana deeply immersed in her painting. The canvas was alive with vibrant colors and wild strokes, chaotic yet somehow coming together beautifully.

Red and black splashes cut through the painting, resembling blades slicing through a dreamlike, tumultuous world. "Well done," Kolton complimented, always generous with praise for Mariana. . . . Message from Noah: Sorry for being late, double chapters to make up for it dear ones. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best. (ɔO‿=)ɔ .