Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 887: Truth be told, Maia wasn't the only one running on empty. Chris, after everything, was feeling it too-hunger creeping in now that the tension had died down. And they weren't alone. Even a few special forces officers nearby were rubbing their stomachs, clearly thinking the same thing. Just then, a familiar voice cut through the air. "Is everyone alright?" Maxwell strolled over, a massive cello case slung across his back. Pattie gave him a quick once-over and smirked. "Maxwell? What's this-joining an orchestra now?" Stopping in his tracks, Maxwell raised both hands in defense.

"This thing? It's a gift from a friend. I was nearby when I caught the live stream and nearly had a heart attack. Came straight here. Good to see you all in one piece." "You really have a talent for showing up at the most dramatic moments," Pattie muttered under her breath, eyeing the cello with clear suspicion. Since when did he play? And who gave him a cello? Still, she let the questions slide and refocused. "Since you're here, how about pointing us to somewhere we can get food? Preferably a place that doesn't come with lunatics included." Pattie wasn't about to take chances.

Vince might be out of the picture, but those three Morgan family lunatics who'd been hovering around the MCN building lately? Just thinking about them made her skin crawl. No question about it-those people were outright fanatics. "Hey, I was genuinely concerned. Don't forget, we all hung out at KTV not long ago. That's gotta count for something, right?" Maxwell's gaze drifted between Chris and Maia. "Honestly, I'm just glad everyone made it out safe." Out of nowhere, Chris spoke up. "You know this neighborhood, Maxwell.

Got any leads on a legit spicy food restaurant?" That question made Maxwell freeze for a second before everything clicked. "Ms. Watson's got a thing for spicy dishes?" ⲁν⧉ "She had plans to dine at the rooftop restaurant earlier," Chris added with a mischievous wink. A slight crease formed on Maxwell's brow as he exhaled silently. A second later, understanding dawned on him. Chris wasn't just asking for directions-he wanted Maxwell to pull a few strings and get them something special. Without missing a beat, Maxwell replied, "You came to the right guy. I know a hidden gem nearby. Secure.

And the best part? The chefs there trained under the same mentors as the rooftop restaurant's team. Their food? Practically indistinguishable." "For real?" Maia and Pattie blurted it out at the same time, eyes lighting up. Catching Chris's small nod, Maxwell straightened with pride. "No doubt about it. Follow me. I'll lead the way." Moments later, the group split into separate vehicles and began making their way to the restaurant. Once Maia slid into her seat, she slumped back and let her eyes fall shut. The fatigue had caught up with her.

Before long, her head rested on Chris's shoulder as sleep took over. Turning slightly, Chris glanced at her profile and reached for her hand, holding it with care. At the same time, social media lit up like wildfire. Tags such as #MaiaWatson, #WrongExplosionAttempt, and #VinceWardLostHisMind shot straight to the top of Twitter's trending list. Dozens of bystanders began flooding the internet with firsthand posts, snapshots, and shaky videos, all delivering one clear message. "Ms. Watson kept her composure and calmed everyone down. She's the real hero of the day." . . .