Chapter 1323:


    She had already dispatched orders to two exceptionally skilled operatives within The Mask to permanently silence the warden who had demolished their meticulously constructed n with such devastating efficiency.


    Raegan clung to a dark certainty—Shiloh’s days were numbered, and his end would arrive swiftly, violently. That knowledge steadied her. She hadn’t lost anything yet. This was only the opening move, and she’d already scattered backup ns across the board.


    Confidence surged through her as she swept out of the banquet hall, heels clicking against marble.


    What Raegan couldn’t have known was that Shiloh had seen through her intentions long before she’d acted.


    The moment he’d slipped from the hall earlier, he’d abandoned all pretense ofposure and bolted toward his car, barking orders at his driver to head straight back to Wront Prison.


    Even now, safe inside the vehicle, cold sweat slicked his temples. His hands shook as he fumbled for his phone, fingers barely steady enough to dial the encrypted number.


    The line connected, and panic spilled from his lips before he could stop it. “Siena, I don’t feel safe. Not even close.”


    “The boss dispatched experts to escort you back.” Siena’s voice came, clipped and efficient.


    The call ended before Shiloh could respond. He exhaled shakily, relief washing through him in waves. Turning toward the driver, he leaned forward. “Floor it. And keep your eyes open.”


    Behind them, a ck Audi closed the distance with predatory precision. In the passenger seat, someone lifted a silver mask and settled it over their face. The metallic click of a gun’s safety sliding off punctuated the tension inside the car.


    Back at the banquet, Maia glided into her seat with the poise of someone who’d just won a battle without breaking a sweat.


    Pattie practicallyunched herself forward, her eyes sparkling with admiration. “You were incredible! Come on, tell me the truth—you saw Kiley’s moveing from a mile away, didn’t you? You arranged everything with that warden beforehand.”


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    Pattie wasn’t alone in her assumption. Everyone surrounding Maia who understood what had just transpired shared her conclusion.


    Rnd, Brielle, Hurst and his daughter, Ethan, Marisa—all of them leaned in, hungry for answers.


    Chris took things a step further. He shifted closer and spread his arms wide, forming a human barrier between Maia and the approaching guests.


    As her bodyguard, he saw nothing wrong with the gesture. As her husband, he cared even less about appearances. He paid no attention to the daggers being red his way.


    Ss, the celebrated actor, stood nearby, his jaw clenched so tight his knuckles had gone bone-white.


    Maia surveyed the circle of expectant faces and allowed herself a small, knowing smile.


    She’d already pieced together the truth—this had been Zoey’s masterwork, her mentor orchestrating events from the shadows.


    Maia had simply moved when the moment demanded it, leaving Kiley and Rosanna with nowhere to strike back. The victory belonged to both of them, separated by distance but perfectly synchronized.


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