Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 847: With a troubled expression, Kolton turned to the rain-smeared window, weighed down by a storm of his own. "What's your game, Maia?" he muttered. "Do you really believe that dragging Chris - a pitiful piece in this game - will be enough to take on me and the entire Cooper Group?" "Just who are you really working for?" Kolton asked under his breath, his voice laced with suspicion. A nagging sense told him that Maia wasn't acting alone - someone else was pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning cut through the darkness, revealing the cold precision etched across Kolton's face. Caution had always been his way of life. Every move was weighed, every risk calculated. Success was never left to chance. However, that mindset had earned Kolton more than a few enemies. Because of that, identifying who might be supporting Maia was no easy task. Resting his chin on his hand, Kolton began running through the names and scenarios in his head. To start, there was Shiloh - someone he still considered trustworthy. This man had no reason to deceive him.

Therefore, what Shiloh had said should be true - Maia had no ties to Zoey. Then came Maia's family background. She wasn't even blood-related to the Morgan family, and Kolton couldn't recall doing anything that might have stirred resentment from Morgan family members. By all logic, there shouldn't be a grudge. Hold on. Something clicked in Kolton's mind that he hadn't considered before. The identity of Maia's real parents - why had he never thought to investigate that? What if they were connected to someone he had killed in the past?

Driven by the chilling thought, he wasted no time calling in his covert operatives. "Track down information on Maia's biological parents!" he said. ⲋⲛⴝ﹒ⅽ At that moment, Maia and Chris reached the entrance of the hotel. Alice offered a quick farewell before slipping away without delay. Once inside the elevator, an unusual silence settled between them. As Maia leaned forward to press the floor number and the doors slid shut, Chris reached out and wrapped his arms around her without warning. "Maia," he muttered, his voice low and sincere. "I really mean it.

Thank you." Stunned by the sudden closeness, she hesitated before slowly lifting her head to meet Chris' eyes. After a brief pause, a gentle smile tugged at Maia's lips as she eased out of his hold. "Since when did you start acting so serious? You used to throw 'darling' around without a care." Caught off guard, Chris blinked, then chuckled quietly. "Fair enough, darling. I'll drop the formality." His lips curled into a quiet smile, Maia's words still echoing in his thoughts.

For Chris, this day had etched itself deep into memory - he had not only seen his mother's face again, but something between him and Maia had shifted, drawing them closer. A gentle chime signaled the elevator's arrival at their floor. As the doors parted, a calm and empty hallway stretched before them. They began walking side by side, though with every step, the space between them seemed to narrow, as if drawn together by some silent rhythm. . . .