Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 18:

The staff member froze, color draining from her face.

Stacy broke the silence with a loud, disbelieving laugh. “You’re what now? A Supreme VIP? Maia, you were in prison. You don’t even have pocket change. Did you hit your head, or are you just stuck in some fantasy?”

With mock concern, Rosanna chimed in, “Come on, Maia. I get that you like to keep up appearances, but this is just pathetic.”

The whispers turned louder, the judgment in the room growing heavier. How could someone dressed so plainly — so completely forgettable — claim she was among MCN’s elite? Even her lie lacked imagination.

The very sight of her made their skin crawl. They didn’t say a word, but every glare they threw begged the sales associate to make her disappear. Her presence alone was humiliating.

From the corner of her eye, the saleswoman was already doubting everything. That VIP claim? Completely laughable. MCN didn’t just hand out that title like candy — it was reserved for the elite few.

An ex-con with that kind of status? The idea was ridiculous. She had no shame. Disgust and contempt now plain on her face, the saleswoman said sharply, “Miss, please leave, or I’ll have to call security.”

Without a flicker of emotion, Maia raised her gaze and said in an even tone, “My account number starts with five zeroes. The password is MWI 5087. Go ahead, check it. If I’m lying, I’ll walk out on my own. But if I’m telling the truth…” Her hand gestured past the stunned faces in the room. It stopped right at Stacy and Rosanna. A chill curled at the corners of her lips. “Then I want both of them banned from MCN. Toss them out.”

Stacy and Rosanna both stiffened.

Stacy was the first to erupt. “You think shouting out some made-up numbers is going to fool us? You’re asking for it, Maia! Tricks like that won’t scare us off. Alright then, here’s the deal — if you turn out to be a Supreme VIP, I’ll kneel and apologize to you in front of every person here. But if you’re not, you’re going to kneel and give us an apology. Loud enough for everyone to hear.”

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A slow grin spread across Maia’s face. “Deal. I’ve never lost a bet before, and I’m not starting now.”

Not wanting things to spiral further, Rosanna stepped in with a performance of concern. She reached for Maia’s arm and tried to reason with her. “Maia, stop this. You just got out. You probably don’t understand how rare Supreme VIP status is. Hardly anyone in Wront has it. Just walk away now before you embarrass yourself. If this turns ugly, I won’t be able to save you.”

Maia yanked her arm back. Her eyes narrowed, cold. Irritation etched deep into her brow. She gave Rosanna a hard stare. “Don’t ever speak to me like that again.”

Rosanna looked at her, confused and speechless.

Then Maia added, voice low and filled with disdain, “Your hypocrisy makes me sick. Isn’t it tiring to act in front of others?”

At Maia’s words, Rosanna stiffened, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She bit her lip, trying to look wounded and innocent.

Stacy noticed her distress and rushed over without a second thought. She tugged Rosanna behind her and glared sharply at Maia. “Did you really just say that? No wonder you turned out like this. Clearly, you were raised without a shred of decency.”

A faint, amused smile tugged at Maia’s lips. “That’s odd. I grew up in the Morgan family too. And since Rosanna’s the biological daughter, wouldn’t that mean we were taught the same way? If I lack manners, wouldn’t that say something about her? Or are you trying to say her parents are fools, unable to teach their children well?”

Rosanna’s face darkened.

“You’re twisting my words!” Stacy snapped, flustered as she turned toward Rosanna. “That’s not what I meant!”noveldrama

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