Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 666: "Who would know Maia better than Richard does? After all, he raised her for seventeen years, and his accusations aren't just empty talk. If even he is calling her out, why doubt it?" "Could anybody really believe someone with a prison record for theft is a true master of design?" "All this time, I thought Maia was a victim, maybe even blameless. Now I see I fell for her act." "That dramatic moment with Alice bowing and apologizing? It was probably rehearsed. Nothing but a show." "Burning my MCN clothes doesn't bother me anymore.

Let's see if Maia has any way out of this mess!" In the midst of it all, Richard sat quietly, lips twisting into a satisfied, cunning smile. He doubted that Maia could have ever predicted this public reckoning. A steely glint flashed in his eyes as he focused on Maia. Patience was his strategy; the real spectacle was only beginning. One careful move after another, he planned to drag Maia down, bit by bit. Watching the prisoner's outburst on the screen sent a chill through Pattie. She shot Richard a look filled with open hostility.

Previous knowledge of how Maia suffered in the Morgan family had already soured Pattie's view of Richard, but witnessing this made her stomach turn. There was no doubt in her mind-Richard had paid some prisoners to defame Maia. If the broadcast kept going, the public would soon take the lies as fact. Any explanation Maia gave would be drowned out. Exclusive stories available on gαlnσvℯls․com "This has to stop," Pattie muttered to herself. A quick glance at Maia revealed something unexpected. There was no panic in her posture, just steady calm.

Maia simply pulled out a chair, folded her arms, and took a seat as if she had all the time in the world. The sight caught Pattie off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless. How was it possible that Maia could remain so unruffled under fire? Just then, a memory surfaced-Maia's quiet instruction: "Don't panic today. Let everything play out." Yet to the onlookers, her actions told a different story. They saw a woman whose spirit had been broken, slumping into her chair after exposure.

Even though Maia's features hardly shifted, most assumed her composure was a mask, convinced that she was falling apart inside. Richard reached a similar conclusion. . . .