Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 947: That reckless sister of his had already stormed the place on her own. "Damn it!" Maxwell muttered under his breath. Without wasting a second, he shot Chris a quick message to update him on the new turn of events, then got ready to storm in on his own. Marisa hadn't stopped kicking herself since it happened. She'd trained in self-defense and tactics since she was a kid. If things hadn't gone south so fast, she would've stopped it-no question. Ethan was a loyal follower of hers. There was no way she could just stand by and let him be dragged off.

Frustrated and fed up, she ditched caution and made a break for the building. Before long, she ended up inside what looked like a bar. But where were Ethan and Melanie? At that moment, a few shapes caught her eye-people she thought she recognized. Their faces had been hidden before, sure, but they were still wearing the same outfits. That gave them away. They were the very ones involved in the abduction earlier. Without missing a beat, Marisa tailed them straight down to the lower floor. The second she stepped in, a wall of noise smacked her in the face. "Get on your feet!

Swing back at him!" someone shouted. "I've got ten grand on you! If you can still breathe, throw a punch!" another voice barked. "Hahaha! Another win for me! The Tyrant's unbeatable - he's the king without a crown!" a third yelled with glee. tｅt gαlnovels.ｃοm It hit her then - she'd stumbled into an illegal fight club. Marisa froze, taken aback. Just then, thin fingers clamped down on her shoulder. A voice asked, "Were you over at Red Grove earlier too?" She reacted on instinct, jerking to the side and spinning around to see who it was.

The stranger had their face hidden behind a mask, but the menace in their presence was unmistakable. Raegan studied the young woman standing before her. Something about her rang a bell - probably from the background reports she'd gone through earlier. With a faint smile curling on her lips, she asked, "You're here for Ethan, aren't you?" Marisa, catching on that she was facing one of the culprits, shot back, "And if I am? Tell me where you've taken him." At the same time, Maxwell stormed through the entrance of 43 Oak Street, not bothering to slow down.

The place was a madhouse - loud, rowdy, packed. Some kind of event was clearly in full swing. Maxwell scanned the crowd, eyes darting. But Marisa was nowhere in sight. What the hell was happening here? He could've sworn she'd gone inside just moments before. A sick thought hit him - had she been caught as well? He tore through the place in a panic, eyes scanning every corner. . . .