Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 672: "Who could have guessed prisoners would be this amusing? Richard's whole plan is falling apart!" A dark shadow passed over the hostess's face on the screen. So much anger welled up inside her that she could barely remain standing. Grinding her teeth and struggling to keep her composure, she pressed again, "Let me get this straight. Are you saying Maia never stole anything from anyone?" That question made the prisoner burst into laughter. "Seriously, is there something wrong with your hearing now? Why do you keep asking like that?

Are you hoping I'll accuse Maia of theft even though it's not true? Sorry, I only speak the truth. I won't lie for you, and you can't make me play along! The truth is, Maia never stole anything. Those who accuse her of doing so are just trying to ruin her!" The crowd responded with even louder laughter and a wave of applause. "Wront TV's reputation is sinking fast! The leading questions are way too obvious. No doubt the hostess is getting something from Richard, but I bet she never saw this coming!" "Three times the host has been left at a loss for words-this is priceless!

Was this supposed to ruin Maia's reputation or clear her name? Seems to me Maia is well-liked among the inmates!" The energy in the room shifted the moment the product launch conference picked up, filling the space with a sudden buzz. Richard, caught- In the middle of it all, Richard stood stiffly in front of the enormous screen. His face was frozen in discomfort, and the whole scene made him look more ridiculous than anything else. By then, the hostess had already moved on to the third prisoner, wasting no time. Beads of sweat ran down her temples as she spoke with obvious caution.

Her tone was soft, almost wary, as she asked, "Could you just tell us what kind of person Maia seemed to you? Keep it brief, nothing too detailed." Lɒtєѕτ ϲнαρτєrs ιn glovєls. It was clear the sharp replies from the second prisoner had rattled her more than she cared to admit. The unease still clung to her like a shadow. When the hostess directed the next question at the third inmate, she answered in an even voice, "What do I think of Maia? I still remember the day she arrived, just a scared kid, really. She got picked on relentlessly.

Eventually, the warden became so concerned for her safety that she had Maia separated from the rest of us for over a month. After that, Maia gave up saying she was innocent and barely spoke at all." A hush slowly settled over the hall. Maia's story drew out a genuine sense of sympathy from everyone listening. . . .