The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece.

Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!"

The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."

The subordinate handed over some documents to Elijah, who flipped through them with mixed emotions. They lacked a photograph of the woman and contained only a brief life history.

Sasha Harding had spent her life in Southeast Aciatic, frequenting entertainment establishments and having strong ties to the criminal underworld there. Most notably, her mother was none other than the infamous Madame Krys, a human trafficker.

"You're Sasha Harding?" Elijah's eyes narrowed. "Is your mother Krystal Harding?"

"That's correct," Sasha replied, her voice cool and slightly hoarse, hinting at a life marked by hardship.

"Your throat..."

I was in an accident that damaged my appearance and vocal cords. My mother made this

emerald on the mask,

it was authentic. Such a mask wouldn't come cheap, indicating Krystal's affection for

identity, look at this," Sasha said, producing a pocket

recognized it as his father's possession. The pocket watch came in a pair, and one was

she opened it to reveal a photo of Elijah's

"And the man in the

and Kasey exchanged

and the photo appeared untouched. Additionally, Elijah had discovered information about Krystal when he explored his father's study during the investigation's

brows furrowing deeply. After a moment, he muttered, "One pocket watch isn't

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