Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 889: Without hesitation, she reached for a separate phone resting on the table and dialed. "Let the team know it's time to initiate the handover. Claudius will now oversee operations in Otruitho." Her voice carried the kind of certainty that left no room for debate. "Right away, Ms. Cooper." Without missing a beat, Kiley switched to another contact and placed a second call. It rang three times before Claudius finally answered, his voice low and familiar. "Kiley. What's going on?" Kiley didn't bother with small talk. "I assume Dad already told you.

Start making arrangements for your flight. I don't want Otruitho running without one of us present." "I've been informed." Claudius kept his tone even, revealing nothing beneath the surface. Still, Kiley knew her brother too well to miss the signs. When Claudius spoke with that kind of composure, it wasn't calm-it was restraint. The quieter he got, the more it hinted at everything he was holding back. For a brief second, Kiley considered whether to say more. Unlike most people, she had the patience to reach him.

After all, Claudius was meant to take the reins of Cooper Group someday, and when that day came, she intended to step aside and finally live on her terms. Eventually, she spoke again. "You need this time in Otruitho. It's not just business-it's a lesson. Both Father and I believe it's the right path. And maybe, while you're there, you'll find the clarity you've been avoiding." Kiley paused and added, "You know exactly who I'm referring to." Claudius remained silent for a couple of seconds, tightening his grip slightly while maintaining his usual elegance and gentlemanly demeanor.

"I understand, and I'll handle the work well." gν⫺ Kiley didn't waste time before responding. "That's what I want to hear. I'm heading back to Wront in the morning. If you're free, we should catch up. Also, Mariana's struggling lately. See if you can arrange for her to talk to someone professional." Kiley ended the call before Claudius could say anything else. Setting her phone down on the table, she turned her attention to Mariana, who was curled up on the sofa. "Mariana, book the tickets for us.

You're coming to Wront, too." Mariana's head slowly lifted from the cushions, her gaze clouded and distant. Every day since the art exhibition, she had drifted through life as though nothing could shake her from the disappointment. Losing to Maia twice had shattered her self-esteem and dulled her hope. She didn't seem to register what Kiley said fully, but eventually nodded. "Alright." Kiley let out a gentle sigh, anxious about how to help her sister recover soon. At the Cooper Villa, Claudius remained in his study, phone still in hand, his composure never slipping.

He looked as unyielding as a statue carved from marble. Even after the call, Kiley's words replayed in his thoughts. He let his eyes wander toward the shimmering city lights just beyond the window. For a brief moment, he acted as though the view meant everything to him. However, he knew deep down that it was never the skyline he clung to. He found himself unable to let go of Maia. . . .