Chapter 1309:


    “No clue, but his presence screams authority,” another replied.


    “So many witnesses? All targeting Maia?” a third wondered aloud.


    The livestream chat mirrored the confusion, scrolling with frantic guesses.


    Recognition struck like lightning. “Wait, that’s him! Warden of Wront Prison!”


    The revtion crashed over the audience,prehension dawning in widening eyes.


    “The warden himself? Rosanna pulled the ultimate card. Maia’s doomed.”


    “Her rise via connections? We’ll know soon.”


    “I always suspected she slept her way to the top. Vindicated!”


    Chat erupted in prized frenzy.


    “Seriously? Maia exposed atst?”


    “No, I adore her! This hurts!”


    “Foul y. Rosanna hired actors.”


    Kiley verified Shiloh’s identity with casual efficiency, then redirected focus to Maia. “Warden Hayes, why are you here? Is it about Maia?” Her gaze flicked between them. “She’s my honored guest. Please handle matters after the broadcast. The banquet proceeds.” Her tone sealed the event from external eyes.


    Shiloh bowed politely, though steel glinted in his stare. “Pardon the intrusion, Ms. Cooper. This concerns the former warden and ex-prisoner Maia Watson.” His deliberate stress on “prisoner” plunged the hall into uneasy hush, certainty settling that their testimony would condemn Maia.


    “Your cooperation, please,” he pressed, iming the microphone. “We’ve recently received reports of Maia Watson’s jailbreak, and I brought with me witnesses to address the subject.”


    Rosanna slipped into the aisle amid Maia’s distraction, her jaw throbbing from the earlier blow. “You’ll regretying your hands on me,” she hissed.


    Maia recognized the six figures and advanced steadily.


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    Shiloh passed the microphone to the beaming woman. “It’s you! Remember me? You floored me in that fight three years back.”


    A wave of shock spread through the audience. What was going on?


    “Wasn’t Maia in prison three years ago?” A whisper slowly spread through the crowd.


    The woman continued, “I can prove it. The masked fighter in Emeraldis who won the championship and took the gold belt in the underground fighting arena three years ago was her.”


    Uproar exploded, disbelief carving faces.


    Hurst and Mnie shared loaded nces, piecing the puzzle together. “So Maia could have defeated Tyrant in the underground boxing ring because she’s also a fighter?”


    Marisa’s eyes sparkled with glee. “Maia’s incredible!”


    Ethan was dumbfounded. He couldn’t help but wonder how many identities Maia had that he knew nothing about.


    Chris, too, registered mild astonishment at this new facet of Maia’s identity.


    Chris watched Maia’s retreating figure, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. It seemed that, after all this time, he barely knew her. But he quickly dismissed that thought. With Maia, surprises always came thick and fast.


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