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    “My actions this time have gained Kiley’s confidence,” she said, her voice calm, tinged with pride she couldn’t hide. “She abducted a key figure, then had me question him, which led me to learn some details about Maia.”


    Chris’s eyes darkened at her words. “Go on.”


    Feeling the shift in his mood, Raegan paused, then spoke honestly. “Maia spent four years behind bars, but she got out before her sentence ended… Kiley intends to use that as leverage.”


    “What?” Chris’s face shifted slightly, his reaction sharp and immediate.


    “Yes, I was taken aback too,” Raegan admitted, echoing Kiley’s suspicions alongside her own thoughts. “Right now, there are two theories. One is that Maia escaped prison but was caught again, and the former warden covered it up. It hints she isn’t an ordinary person…”


    “…and with her identities recently revealed, there could be a hidden organization backing her.” Chris’s frown deepened noticeably.


    When he stayed quiet, Raegan pressed on. “The other theory is a bit far-fetched. Kiley thinks Maia might never have been imprisoned at all, and someone helped her avoid justice from the beginning… It reminds me of a case we handled in the past.”


    She paused, then added, “Maybe the real Maia Watson is gone for good. Someone could be posing as her, supported by a group protecting her identity. Her remarkable featsposing, designing, painting, martial arts—are beyond what one person could truly achieve.”


    “Ridiculous!” Chris scoffed, cutting her off. “Keep digging into this, and report any intel at once.” His voice dropped, icy and firm. “And make sure Maia stays safe.”


    Raegan’s heart skipped a beat. Atst, she voiced the question she had kept bottled up. “Sir, what exactly is Maia’s link to our organization? Why… why do you care so much about her? What if Kiley’s suspicions are correct? Do you truly believe a woman imprisoned for four years could possess such extraordinary talents across multiple fields? Can a person like that even exist?”


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    Raegan’s questions hung in the quiet, broken only by the sudden beep of the phone.


    The call ended abruptly.


    Raegan froze in ce, dazed, unable to move, before her phone buzzed once more.


    A fresh message blinked on the screen: “Do what you need to do.”


    It offered no greeting or exnation.


    Raegan’s eyes lingered on the text. She stayed quiet for a few heartbeats, then a softugh escaped her.


    Herughter carried both bitterness and a sense of victory.


    Even though the leader had issued a warning, she felt neither sadness nor defeat. Instead, it confirmed one undeniable fact: the leader knew nothing about what had gone on while Maia was imprisoned.


    Perhaps, as more of Maia’s secrets surfaced and questions about her true self piled up, the leader’s stance toward her would finally shift.


    Raegan believed his faith in Maia rested on a shallow understanding. What if she could peel back theyers of this “perfect” image?


    Her gaze turned icy, and a faint, knowing smile tugged at her lips.


    “Very well, then. Let’s make you see the truth, piece by piece. The so-called Maia Watson is nothing more than a polished mask. When you reach the point of utter disappointment and revulsion… you’ll finally see who has truly stood by you,” her inner voice murmured.


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