Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 439:

The shaven-headed man blinked, momentarily thrown off by the calmness. Then he laughed — a sharp, barking sound that bounced off the alley walls.

“Know you?” he sneered, stepping closer. “Who do you think you are?”

He spat near Chris’ shoes, then pointed at the wet mark. “Get on your knees and lick that clean. Do it, and maybe I’ll let you crawl out of here alive.”

Chris chuckled, low and cold. “Whoever sent you forgot to warn you. I suggest you lick it before I feed it to you.”

A wave of laughter broke out among the thugs.

“Is this guy an idiot?”

“I heard he’s just a pretty boy being kept by some woman!”

“Enough talk. Let’s beat him until he forgets his name.”

“Everyone knows he’s useless. Just a good-for-nothing!”

The shaven-headed man raised a hand, silencing the chatter around him. His grin twisted into something more sinister. “I gave you a chance. Don’t blame us for what happens next. You offended the Ward family’s son. In your next life, try being less of a clown.”

The Ward family’s son? Vince?

Chris’s eyes darkened. He’d initially assumed these men were sent by Kolton, which would have made things much more complicated. But now he realized they were Vince’s men.noveldrama

Annoyance surged through him. Why had Vince suddenly targeted him? It was probably something to do with Maia again. How petty could that guy be? Chris glanced up, and the icy chill in his gaze made the air feel ten degrees colder. “What terrible timing for you. I’m not in the mood today.” With a snap of his fingers, his aura shifted.

The shaven-headed man paused, sneering. “Who do you think you are? Get him, guys!”

But before a single boot moved forward, the alley exploded into chaos. Figures leaped from the shadows, scaling walls like wraiths—silent, swift, and deadly. Masked men descended on the thugs, moving too fast to track. Several of the thugs were already face down on the ground, their limbs twisted and pinned beneath expert holds.

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What the hell was happening?

The shaven-headed man stood there, speechless, as his crew stumbled, staggered, and tried to regroup. They had been blindsided, completely caught off guard.

Within seconds, the alley was cleared.

His men lay groaning, immobilized, dragged roughly to the sides like discarded trash.

Chris closed his eyes briefly, inhaling deeply as though to center himself. When he opened them again, the alley stretched clear ahead, as if the space had bowed to his presence.

This was his street. Everyone in Wront knew who ruled this part of the city. No one dared cross that line. At least, no one had—until tonight. The shaven-headed man had no idea what he had walked into. He had come to rough Chris up, maybe bruise his ego, send a message. But he had no clue Chris had this kind of backup.

Vince had told him that Chris was just a joke—a discarded son with no real power.

Now, he wanted to explain that it was all a misunderstanding, hoping Chris would let him go.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was punched hard, and he felt his teeth shatter. The pain made him writhe, tears streaming down his face.

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