Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 539: Right as Maia opened her mouth to speak, the masked man lifted his hand once more. His pristine white gloves drew every gaze in the room, capturing their attention instantly. A subtle smirk tugged at his lips, barely visible beneath the mask, and with a confident snap of his fingers, he said, "Mr. M proudly unveils a city-wide light show in celebration of Ms. Watson's birthday!" Gasps rippled through the guests. Was this really happening? A light show across the entire city? That phrase stirred something in Maia's memory - it wasn't new.

Everything about it felt intentional, almost like it was designed to steal Claudius' spotlight. "Check your feed! Someone already uploaded a video. Every major building in Wront is flashing 'Happy Birthday, Maia!'" "You're kidding, right? That's every major landmark in Wront... Who even has that kind of reach? Who is Mr. M?" "Wait a second - Cooper Mining just went completely dark. Is that a glitch or part of this whole thing?" "Is it possible Mr. M planned this just to humiliate Claudius in front of everyone?" The words reached him like daggers, and Claudius ground his teeth in silence.

Never before had the Cooper Group been eclipsed so completely in Wront. Just when it seemed things couldn't escalate further, the masked man raised his arm once more, this time pointing straight toward the heavens. : ꞏ A low tremor rolled through the air before anyone could process what was happening. The night sky answered with a sharp, electric hum that cut through the noise of the crowd. From somewhere near the front, a guest suddenly shouted, "That sound - those are drones!" "Do you think this is still part of the birthday show?" "Whoa.

This is unreal!" "Now this is what you call a real spectacle. Just having messages on a building façade is nothing compared to this!" As the swarm of drones flickered to life, the sky above transformed into a canvas of glowing motion. Without warning, lights blinked into view, weaving themselves into perfect alignment, layer after layer, like drifting stars suspended in motion. At first, they formed a falling star that streaked across the sky, only to shift into a sprawling music staff, each note shimmering as if it were alive. Rosanna squinted at the pattern and froze.

It was the sheet music to One More Day. Her knees nearly buckled beneath her. How far was someone willing to go for Maia? Compared to Maia, where exactly did she fall short? This was the same Maia who had once stood trial for theft, the same woman who walked out of prison and dared to shine. And now, here she was, standing beneath a sky that danced just for her. No part of this felt fair. Rosanna couldn't bring herself to accept it. To her left, Stacy stared in disbelief, then narrowed her eyes as envy coiled in her chest. "Seriously, Rosanna, does Maia have no shame?

How many men has she lured in already? First, Claudius, and now this Mr. M? What are they thinking? Do you even realize how expensive a drone light show like that is? Seriously - what does Maia have that we don't?" . . .