Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 642: That protective impulse had driven him to ask the question, emotions overriding his usual caution. At Elysium Apartments, Chris stared at Ethan's message. That question made him hesitant. He wanted to type back a simple "Yes," but something held him back. It wasn't that he was ashamed to admit it, but rather... now wasn't the right moment. So he sidestepped the question entirely, crafting a response to "Winters" that dissected the scandal with surgical precision.

"Winters, here's what doesn't add up - every single piece of Alice's work that Larkin's waving around as 'evidence' is three years old. Three years. If Maia really stole these designs, why has Alice stayed silent all this time? And why is Larkin suddenly finding his voice just as his fashion empire starts crumbling? Moreover, if someone's going to cry plagiarism, shouldn't it come from the actual artist?

Why is Larkin playing puppet master with public opinion instead of letting Alice speak for herself?" Reading JusticeBlaze's response, Ethan found that his certainty crystallized into absolute conviction. The dodge said everything. JusticeBlaze hadn't denied it, which was as good as a confession! JusticeBlaze was definitely Hurst! Beyond that, Ethan found himself impressed by the sharp logic threading through the analysis, and he dove eagerly into strategizing how they might turn the tide of public sentiment.

Meanwhile, at the Morgan family villa, Richard lounged in his chair, eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction as he watched the digital mob tear into Maia online. Though a few people were still defending her - accounts like "JusticeBlaze" and "Winters" - he'd already set his hired trolls loose on them. With public opinion so heavily turned against Maia, Richard wasn't about to let anyone mess with his narrative. "Sandra, look at this... Maia's getting torn apart by everyone online. Several plagiarism topics about her are even trending.

She brought this on herself!" Sandra, browsing Twitter beside him, smirked. "Good. She probably never thought she'd see a day like this! Four years in prison didn't stop her from stealing, and now she's ripping off designs from a master fashion designer. She's getting exactly what she deserves." Latest updates at gαℓησνℓs․com Richard's smirk turned nasty, his eyes glinting with something dark. "This time, we're going to crush Maia completely." He seemed to think that Maia's current situation wasn't bad enough, muttering, "Too bad Larkin doesn't think bigger.

If he could get the master designer Alice to personally accuse Maia of plagiarism and then sue her for serious money, that would be perfect!" Sandra perked up at the idea. "Should you mention that to Larkin?" Richard waved his hand dismissively. "I can't be the one to suggest it directly. But here's what we could do..." He leaned in close to Sandra, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We start pushing for it online, drum up enough noise, and maybe Larkin will catch on!" Sandra's face lit up with devious understanding, and she playfully swatted Richard's arm.

"You sneaky bastard, always thinking three steps ahead!" . . .