Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 858: Sleep had become a rare luxury for Roland in recent days. News of Maia's ordeal in Otrultho had only recently reached him. Still, his mind was locked onto a different investigation. A lawyer from Zenith Legal - the very one who had represented Maia - had been the victim of a hit-and-run. The driver had fled the scene and remained at large. Roland's desk was overflowing with reports, witness accounts, and surveillance footage. Everything they had managed to gather outlined the suspect's reckless escape.

While the injured lawyer lay in a coma, the person responsible continued to walk free. The weight of the case pressed on Roland's chest like a boulder. He had made it his mission to bring justice to the victim. Several times over the past few days, he had visited the hospital, hoping for a sign of improvement, but the lawyer never stirred. A deep crease formed between Roland's brows as his expression turned darker. The case wouldn't shift in their favor until they got their hands on the perpetrator and uncovered who was pulling the strings behind it all.

At long last, a breakthrough arrived the previous night. Authorities tracked down the hit-and-run suspect at a rundown hotel tucked away in Wront's downtown district. With a packed suitcase in hand, the man had been moments away from vanishing into the night. The second the officers burst into the room, he dropped to his knees, trembling, and confessed without hesitation. When Roland learned who had orchestrated the crash, the name stopped him cold - but only for a second. The more he thought about it, the more it added up. ⍺Ⲟ． This time, he wasn't leaving things to chance.

He would be the one to take the mastermind down himself. Elsewhere, Vince got in touch with a contact from the airline and finally accessed Maia's flight details. According to the records, Maia's plane was expected to touch down at Wront International Airport by 5 p.m. A glance at his watch made Vince's pulse quicken - he could already picture Maia walking through those gates. However, it was only 8 a.m., meaning there were still nine hours until Maia's plane landed. This gave Vince ample time to prepare for his bold plan.

His eyes settled on the device resting on the table, and a chilling grin crept across his face. "Welcome home, Maia. This time, you're not slipping through my fingers again..." The words came out in a whisper as Vince moved closer, trailing his fingertips along the cold, menacing objects laid out before him. To him, this wasn't just a backup plan. It was the only plan left that might bring Maia back. Far above all that, the plane carrying Maia and Chris glided smoothly through the thinning clouds, steady on its path home.

The shaking from earlier had finally eased, and the plane settled into a quiet rhythm. . . .