Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 862: After a tense walk through flashing cameras, the two slipped into the Maserati that Maia had parked in advance. The car sped off while cameras clicked wildly behind them. In no time, that dramatic exit was everywhere online. Headlines such as "Maia Touches Down in Wront," "Chris and Maia Appear Together at Airport," and "Maia Shuts Down the Rumors" started trending. The comments section was a frenzy, with netizens eager to share their hot takes. Some argued that Chris was just doing his job as a bodyguard, insisting that people shouldn't make a mountain out of a molehill.

Others swore there was more between the two than met the eye. But amid all the gossip, nobody caught sight of the black BMW tailing the Maserati. Anyone familiar with the license plate would know it belonged to Vince. At the same time, Richard couldn't sit still in the Morgan family living room as he scrolled through the latest news. "Why am I so clueless?" He slapped his own forehead, pacing across the floor with regret. "One friend of mine works at the airport! It never crossed my mind to use this connection to check her flight.

I could have picked her up with no trouble at all." Sandra, still on the couch, felt her patience running thin. "We've spent so much time waiting outside the MCN building - through rain and sunshine - and Maia wasn't even here this whole time." "Who could have guessed Maia would take off for Sceibar like that?" Richard let out a heavy sigh, regret written all over his face. "I kept assuming she was still angry... Now I'm not even sure if she saw any of our messages." Suddenly, Jarrod lit up and burst out, "That's it!" A thought flashed through his mind, mirroring Vince's earlier conclusion.

Since Maia had traveled overseas and probably never received their messages, she likely hadn't been ignoring him after all. That idea brought a spark back to Jarrod's eyes. He looked at his parents and announced, "I think I've figured out where Maia lives." ⲅⲁν⸰ⅽ Richard and Sandra turned their attention to Jarrod. "How?" Without a word, Jarrod zoomed in on a photo displayed on his phone, tapping the image of a tall man. "Take a good look. Does this face mean anything to you?" A crease formed on Sandra's brow. "Isn't he that bodyguard?

I remember he's a Cooper, right?" "Yes, Chris Cooper," Jarrod replied with a bitter twist to his mouth. "The Cooper family's bastard son." Recognition lit up Richard's eyes. "Are you saying he's our ticket to Maia?" "That's right," Jarrod responded, a smug look spreading across his face. "I've never met him myself, but people in our circle talk. They say the Cooper family's black sheep spends his nights in clubs and bars, usually in questionable company. Tracking him down shouldn't be too hard." Sandra's anxiety spiked the moment she heard that, and she shot Jarrod a withering look.

"Then what are you waiting for? Get your friends on the line!" With a helpless shrug, Jarrod pulled a face, his grin sheepish. "Mom, Dad, if I rally the crew, I'm going to have to foot the bill, aren't I?" Richard let out a frustrated sigh and produced a bank card from his bag, pressing it into Jarrod's hand. "Use this." . . .