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..."

not in great shape. Three years ago, I was in an accident that damaged my appearance and vocal cords. My

on the mask, a genuine one at

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

doubt my identity, look at

expression changed instantly. He recognized it as his father's possession. The pocket

it to reveal a photo of Elijah's father

Sasha stated coldly. "And the man

exchanged

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

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

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