Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 682: Richard stared in dawning horror at Larkin's obvious terror. Rosanna's confidence wavered, her eyes narrowing as she studied Maxwell with newfound wariness. Maxwell's attention drifted back to her with predatory focus. "Oh, what was I saying a moment ago?" His smile carried the warmth of winter frost. "Ah yes, evidence. I possess irrefutable proof of how you framed and destroyed Maia." From his pocket, Maxwell produced a small USB drive, holding it aloft like a prosecutor brandishing a smoking gun. "This contains the surveillance footage from Radiant Jewels from that night.

You know exactly what it reveals." Surveillance footage? Rosanna wasn't the only one shocked; Maia, too, couldn't believe what she heard. She clearly remembered the police had claimed that the equipment malfunctioned, rendering the footage unviewable. Later, when Radiant Jewels upgraded their security system, the old recordings vanished forever, sealing her fate without a trace of evidence to prove her innocence. How could Maxwell possibly possess what no longer existed? Maxwell arched an eyebrow, closing the distance between himself and Rosanna with deliberate steps.

"Will you confess your sins, or shall I let the truth speak for itself?" Blood drained from Rosanna's face like water from a broken dam. Her eyes widened with something approaching terror. "Impossible!" The word tore from her throat. "Every piece of footage was destroyed. Even the police don't have access to it. You're bluffing!" Maxwell's laugh held no warmth, only cutting satisfaction. "How fascinating. The police report mentions equipment malfunction preventing access to the footage, yet nowhere does it state the recordings were destroyed.

But you seem remarkably aware of what happened to it." His voice rose, each word landing like a hammer blow. "So you stole the jewelry and then destroyed the surveillance equipment to cover your tracks. Isn't that right, Miss Morgan?" Find your next read on gⱯlnσνℓs․com The hall fell into an eerie silence, as if time itself had held its breath and forgotten to exhale. Every pair of eyes in the room was drawn to Rosanna like iron filings to a magnet. Her face drained of color, lips trembling, as she stared at Maxwell in complete shock.

She had never imagined that one careless comment could reveal all her wrongdoings. Fear consumed her entirely. Rosanna shook her head desperately, her voice trembling as she protested, "No, you're lying... Everyone, don't believe what he said! That has nothing to do with me!" . . .