Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 807:

This was Chris’ hidden identity: the elusive leader of the mysterious organization known as The Mask.

Chris studied his transformed reflection with satisfaction and murmured calmly, “Time to meet the other members.”

He pulled on his coat and left the hotel swiftly, vanishing into the night.

Meanwhile, in the presidential suite of a luxurious hotel, Raegan stretched with feline grace.

Her phone buzzed softly against the marble table. A message from an unknown number flashed across the screen, showing nothing but a location and a specific time.

Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she reached for her backpack. Inside, a mask striped with gold gleamed under the light, its surface exuding cold menace.

Night had settled deep over the city, shrouding the streets in silence while heavy clouds draped themselves across the skyline like a suffocating veil. Raegan slipped quietly from the hotel.

advantage of Kiley’s absence, she exchanged her dazzling dress for a plain gray coat, blending seamlessly into the

navigated carefully past surveillance points, wound through three different street corners, and switched to a taxi

ancient church of weathered brick and crumbling stone loomed before her. The cross at its entrance looked menacing in the dim light, its paint peeling

After double-checking the address, she moved silently toward an unremarkable side

concealing her captivating features

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The Mask’s ruthless second-in-command. She now

she pushed against

pews casting long shadows. Figures dressed in black occupied the benches, each wearing

in perfect unison, offering her

with a subtle nod, her movements deliberate

settled into her seat, waiting patiently for their