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..."

that damaged my appearance and vocal cords. My mother made this mask for

touched the emerald on the mask, a genuine one

things and could tell it was authentic.

at this," Sasha said,

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

as she opened it to reveal a photo of Elijah's father and

my mother, Krystal," Sasha stated coldly. "And the man in the picture? You're familiar with

exchanged a knowing

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

brows furrowing deeply. After a moment, he muttered,

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