Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 541: Maxwell was at a loss for words. He nearly rolled his eyes, complaining inwardly, "How much more could anyone possibly want, Chris? You've set the bar so high. Anyone, man or woman, would be floored by this!" Back at the banquet, Maia lifted her gaze to the sky, stunned by the spectacle above her. The night felt almost enchanted. Romance and wonder seemed to sweep through her, reaching a part of her heart that she thought prison had closed off for good. Even the lavish gifts Claudius had showered her with had never made her feel this moved.

Nothing compared to what she was seeing now. She believed that anyone witnessing such a breathtaking display would find it hard not to be moved, especially knowing that it was arranged just for her. For as long as Maia had lived with the Morgan family, her birthdays had always passed by without anything special. Sometimes, Richard and Sandra would even forget her birthday. They would always claim they were too busy with work or other important things. While she was in prison, Zoey had been the only one to ever acknowledge her birthday. As that memory surfaced, Maia's brows knitted together.

A fleeting thought crossed her mind: Could Mr. M actually be Zoey using another name? However, a few of the well-dressed women nearby mistook Maia's frown for disappointment. "Is Maia really not impressed by all this?" "Maybe this still isn't enough to make her happy." Lₐtєst chαptєrs in glovєℓ.oм "It could be. Didn't she just turn down Mr. Cooper's present earlier?" "This Mr. M must be head over heels for Maia to pull something like this." "Everyone can see it now. Mr. M is definitely after her. What do you suppose Maia's husband will think when word gets out?" "What can he do?

For all we know, Mr. M just wants some excitement. Nobody goes this far unless he's planning to marry her, right?" These comments made both Vince and Claudius frown simultaneously. Both were looking at Maia, speculating about her relationship with Mr. M. Maia, too, caught the talk around her but didn't let it bother her. Instead, she turned to the masked man before her and said evenly, "The gift is beautiful, thank you, but..." She wanted to ask if he would reveal who Mr. M truly was. But the masked man stopped her before she could finish, his tone gentle.

"Just wait a moment." With a simple gesture, he signaled. The men in suits behind him shifted into two neat lines. Four more men appeared, moving forward with measured steps. Between them, they carried an ornate wooden chest. They made their way down the center, drawing every eye in the room. By now, the guests realized that this must be Mr. M's third and final birthday present - the highlight of the evening. The mysterious chest captured everyone's attention. Claudius, meanwhile, had gone ghostly pale. If Mr.

M's first two gifts had been similar to his by chance, this third one made it unmistakably clear. Mr. M had planned this with him in mind. Everyone's eyes remained fixed on the treasure box, each person whispering guesses about what might be inside. "Maybe there's a rare gem inside, just like Mr. Cooper's?" "If it's really a gemstone, that hardly compares to Mr. Cooper's!" . . .