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    The first nurse lifted a skeptical brow. “I heard she cut ties with the Morgans and hasn’t been back for days. Are you sure you aren’t mistaken?”


    “Look for yourself,” the other nurse insisted, swiveling theputer monitor.


    The surveince footage clearly showed Maia’s figure at the payment counter. “It really was her.”


    Elsewhere, at the Nelson family vi, Rosanna tossed in bed, unable to sleep.


    Her thoughts kept drifting back to Anti, reying the moments from the cocktail party earlier that evening.


    Anti was a seventeen-year-old genius. The revtion was as shocking as it was exhrating.


    Atst, there was someone younger—and more brilliant—than Maia, and that person was her idol.


    “I have to find out where Anti is staying. I’ll meet her first thing in the morning,” Rosanna resolved, the n hardening into certainty.


    She recalled the woman who had been with Anti—a woman named Raegan Foster.


    After a brief hesitation, she gave in and texted Austen: “Austen, I need a favor. Can you get me Raegan Foster’s contact number?”


    A momentter, Ss raised an eyebrow at Rosanna’s message.


    Why was the woman saved as “Enchantress” in Austen’s phone suddenly asking about the deputy leader of The Mask?


    ying the imitator, Ss remained unfazed. Instead, he slipped into Austen’s persona, weighing his reply with careful restraint.


    Propped against the window, Ss let his fingers drumzily along the edge of his phone. Only after weighing it over did he decide that Raegan should be the one to deal with this matter, as stepping in himself could create needless errors.


    With that, he ced the call, his voice carrying a yful edge. “Someone’s digging around about you, ma’am.”


    “Do you even know what hour it is? Who’s behind it, anyway?” Raegan asked, her toneced with annoyance.


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    Keeping his tone serious, Ss answered, “Can’t say for sure. But I think it might be Austen’s woman. She’s asking for your number.”


    Confusion clouded Raegan’s face, as Austen had never once mentioned anything like that. Naturally, members of The Mask guarded their own secrets, and she had learned not to pry.


    Still, Austen was set apart from the rest. They knew each other beyond the circle, and he had never hidden how deeply he cared for her.


    Raegan’s heart held space only for the leader of The Mask, leaving no opening for anyone else. For that reason, she kept pretending not to notice Austen’s feelings. Persistence, however, defined him. More than once, he had dered that he would wait for her no matter how long it took.


    “That’s interesting.” A quietugh slipped from Raegan. “Tell her then.”


    She ended the call immediately, not sparing another word.


    Soon after, her phone lit up with a message from an unknown number: “Apologies for the intrusion. We crossed paths at the private gathering today. I’m a follower of Anti, and I was hoping to learn where she’s staying. Could you also share her contact number?”


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