Chapter 546
Chapter 546:
The gesture, so formal and deliberate, carried the weight of aristocracy. It silenced the room like a thunderclap.
Even Claudius, ever composed, furrowed his brow in thought. Whoever Mr. M was… he had just shaken the foundations of Wront’s elite.
“Could Mr. M be royalty?” someone finally whispered, cracking the hush. It was a quiet murmur that sparked a chain reaction of sudden realization.
“I thought it was odd that man wore white gloves,” another said. “But it makes sense now. He was handling the gemstone from the beginning — and the men around him weren’t gangsters. They moved like trained bodyguards. Elite ones. You do not send men like that for just money. Mr. M isn’t some local kingpin. He’s on another level p>
The murmurs spun a new image in their minds. Mr. M, no longer a shadowy underworld figure, now loomed like foreign royalty — unreachable, untouchable. And Maia? She was the link. The only link.
“Miss Watson,” a plump man in a tailored suit stepped forward and said with an awkward smile, “my daughter spoke out of turn earlier. Please, pay her no mind.” He gave his daughter a stern glare as she shrank behind him.
Others followed like dominoes. “Miss Watson, if you ever need anything—anything at all—from the Lander family, consider it done p>
Watching the parade of sudden admirers, Richard clenched his fists. Pride warred with desperation inside him. He took a hesitant step toward Maia, only to watch her glide past him without so much as a glance.
Maia barely caught up to the masked man as he reached the door. “Wait — sir, please,” she called. “Do I know you?” There was something about him, a shadow of familiarity tugging at her memory.
The man turned and paused, then slowly shook his head. In one swift motion, he removed his mask.
He was a foreigner.
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Maia stared at him, now certain she had never seen him before.
“Ms. Watson, is there anything else you wish to ask?” he said smoothly, replacing the mask with practiced ease.
But behind her, whispers flared up once again. The more they observed, the more convinced they became: Mr. M had to be foreign royalty. Maia hesitated, then asked the question that had been burning in her chest. “Can you tell me who Mr. M is p>
The man gave a cryptic smile. “Mr. M said — if fate allows, you will meet.” With a gentle nod, he turned and stepped into the sleek car waiting for him.
Maia stood there, watching the convoy disappear into the city lights, her mind spinning with possibilities.
Could Mr. M be Zoey?
It was a stretch. Zoey was brilliant, resourceful, and an unmatched mentor — but she had never mentioned employing someone like this man.
Besides, Zoey had already sent her a gift earlier. She would never go this far.
As Maia pondered, she heard the voices of Richard and Sandra approaching behind her.
Richard managed a strained grin and remarked, “Maia, don’t just stand there. The party’s still going strong, and everyone’s waiting for you!” Sandra quickly linked arms with Maia. “Maia, let’s bury the hatchet. We’re family, and family is supposed to stick together, through thick and thin. We’ve got a huge, multi-tiered cake from that bakery you love. It’s for you and Rosanna p>
Richard jumped in without missing a beat. “Your mom’s right. Maia, about what happened earlier… we messed up, no doubt. But we want to make things right, and we hope you’ll give us a chance. Please come home, be part of the Morgans again. You’re still our dear daughter, no matter what p>
Maia glanced between them, then let out a scornful chuckle. So this was the great Morgan family pride — fragile, like glass. For the sake of their own benefit, they wouldn’t hesitate to act or curry favor with her in front of the public.
With a slight arch of her brow, Maia turned on her heel and walked off, paying them no mind.