Chapter 812
Chapter 812:
Maia wasn’t the real daughter of the Morgan family, but she had been born on the same day as Rosanna. Because of that, the Morgans had once hosted a joint celebration for both of them.
While reading the article, Raegan let out a low chuckle. “Now this is something… Maia isn’t a Morgan, huh p>
Continuing down the page, she paused when she spotted a familiar name — Kiley’s younger brother, Claudius — who had gifted Maia something excessively lavish.
“So that explains Kiley’s reaction. Her own brother’s chasing after Maia — someone actually from the slums p>
Just as she prepared to scroll again, Raegan’s breath hitched.
A new image loaded onto the screen — someone in a mask, introducing himself as a representative of Mr. M, offering gifts to Maia.
Raegan’s stare hardened as she took in the photo, her jaw tightening. The muscles in her hand clenched around the mouse, her knuckles paling from the pressure.
There was no way she’d mistake that mask for any other.
It belonged solely to members of The Mask.
What truly stunned her, though, were the extravagant gifts — an explosion of fireworks, a mesmerizing drone light show, and the Angel’s Tear, a rare blue sapphire valued at three hundred million.
Zooming in, Raegan focused on the image, her eyes locked on the mask’s details. The longer she examined it, the more familiar it became.
Suddenly, realization struck — her eyes widened. That exact mask was worn by the elite members tasked with guarding the leader.
A sharp breath escaped Raegan’s lips, her chest tightening.
Could it be? Was Mr. M actually the leader of The Mask?
𝖁𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖋𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖈𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 at
A shocked “No way!” escaped Raegan’s lips before she could stop herself. The truth struck with the chill of a winter gust, lodging a sharp ache deep inside her.
To pull off such an extravagant display — so much wealth, organization members hand-delivering a birthday present — only The Mask’s top figure could wield that kind of power.
One question pounded in her mind: what did that single letter “M” represent?
Metal? Mask? Maybe Master?
Whatever the answer, her thoughts returned to the same imposing presence — the mysterious leader who always wore that silver mask. He was everything untouchable: proud, distant, entirely ruled by reason.
How could he possibly go to such lengths for a woman?
A sudden burst of hot resentment swept through Raegan’s chest, burning brighter with every breath. Her eyes landed on the lavish birthday gifts, and a sharp lump rose in her throat, her heart clenched by uncertainty.
Was Maia the woman who had managed to capture the attention of the legendary leader?
No sooner had the suspicion entered her mind than Raegan’s breath quickened, each inhale jagged and sharp. Jealousy shimmered in her eyes, barely contained, as her chest rose and fell in a harsh rhythm.
Belief wouldn’t come — her mind fought the possibility with everything she had. Acceptance was out of the question. Years spent at the leader’s side, ever since college, risking everything for his cause, had turned her into the trusted confidante she was now. For him, no sacrifice was too great.
No one understood the depth of her devotion as clearly as Raegan herself — her love for the leader had long been an undeniable truth. She clung to the hope that someday, the man behind the mask would reveal his face just for her, arms drawing her close, lips brushing hers.