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.

exchanged her dazzling dress for a plain gray coat, blending seamlessly into

street corners, and switched to

cross at its entrance looked menacing in the dim light, its paint peeling as crows circled the bell tower above — a stark contrast against the vibrant

is the place,” Raegan whispered. After double-checking the address, she moved silently toward an unremarkable

face, concealing her captivating features beneath

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charm vanished, replaced by the commanding presence of The Mask’s ruthless second-in-command. She now embodied Lady Golden Enigma, the merciless overseer of the Otruitho

she pushed

Figures dressed in black occupied the benches, each wearing a distinctive mask,

perfect unison,

subtle nod, her

row and settled