Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 975: The entire arena erupted into chaos, the crowd unable to contain their excitement. "Maia! That was insane!" someone shouted. Cheers followed like crashing waves, shattering the silence into a thousand pieces. "She actually beat Tyrant! Maia took him down!" "Wait... isn't Maia supposed to be some kind of artist? A designer, right? How did she pull that off?" "No way she's just a painter. That final kick? That was pure martial arts mastery." "Where does she get that strength? She's my hero now. No doubt." "I'm serious. I'll use her photo as my profile pic.

Right now." "Maia's a queen! An absolute goddess!" One chant led to another until the entire arena trembled with Maia's name. The underground ring had transformed into a furnace of wild energy, on the verge of exploding. Without hesitation, Chris vaulted over the high wall, landing in a blur and sprinting toward Maia like a predator closing in on its prey. "Maia!" His arms wrapped around her the moment he reached her, holding her tightly, as if letting go wasn't an option. "Are you hurt?" A tremor in Chris' voice revealed his genuine fear.

Just the thought of Maia being injured had shaken him to his core. Frozen in place, Maia stood still, her limbs weak from exhaustion. His voice cut through the haze in her mind. Blinking, she looked up and met a face she knew too well. Only now, Chris' normally composed expression was twisted with panic. Mⱺɍɇ Ʉρȡąţɇş ĩŋ ɢąłņøνɇłş.çøɱ Confused, Maia tried to make sense of it. Maybe she was hallucinating. Maybe her body had finally given in. Wasn't Chris supposed to be at home, cooking dinner? What in the world was he doing here? But the warmth of his embrace was too vivid.

The faint scent of the forest on his clothes was unmistakable. "How did you..." Maia stared up at Chris, her voice barely audible. Before she could finish the thought, Chris leaned closer. "Shh. I'll explain later. You just need to breathe." After such an intense fight, Chris understood the toll it took - exhaustion, weakness, and the body nearly giving out. Right now, telling Maia everything could wait. While holding her hand, his eyes fell on the bruises - deep, dark, and fresh. His jaw tightened. The shock on his face twisted instantly into fury.

A storm brewed in Chris' gaze, the red in his eyes deepening with rage. Instead of lashing out, he scanned the crowd and swallowed his anger. "You're safe now. Just get some rest. Let me handle what comes next." Whoever was responsible for dragging Maia into this mess had just made the biggest mistake of their life. Chris didn't plan to let them walk away unscathed. He glanced at Tyrant's crumpled body on the ground. That could wait. Right now, he needed answers - and he'd search every face in that arena until he found the one pulling the strings. . . .