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.

dazzling dress for

switched to a taxi before finally

of weathered brick and crumbling stone loomed before her. The 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

Raegan whispered. After double-checking the

to her face, concealing her captivating features

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

breath, she pushed

stretched before her, rows of empty pews casting long shadows. Figures dressed in black occupied the benches, each wearing

in perfect unison, offering her a

subtle nod, her movements

the third row and settled into her seat,