Chapter 1335:


    At the door, Kiley paused. Her voice turned icy. “Keep Shiloh alive. I need him to talk, to find out who’s behind him.”


    With that, Kiley walked out and shut the door behind her.


    The lounge door closed with a click. Raegan wasted no time pulling the magazine from her weapon.


    It was empty. Kiley had been telling the truth—there were no bullets.


    She pressed her back against the wall and let out a long breath. Cold sweat finally beaded on her brow.


    Any show of doubt or defiance moments earlier would have cost her everything, leaving behind only a corpse.


    Her death would have been just the beginning. Her real identity would have been exposed, destroying every carefullyid n by her leader.


    The truth was, Raegan answered to neither Maia nor Kiley. She belonged to The Mask. Right now, nothing mattered more than finding Shiloh.


    Moreover, Kiley was suspicious by nature. The loyalty test might still be ongoing. Raegan needed to maintain the act of hunting him down relentlessly.


    She also had personal scores to settle with Shiloh. His betrayal at the worst possible moment had made her look like a fool.


    Raegan hurriedly pulled out her phone. She called one of the team members assigned to eliminate Shiloh.


    No one picked up.


    Her brow furrowed. She tried another person on the assignment. Again, no answer.


    “Damn it!” The curse escaped her lips. Her grip tightened on the phone.


    Had they moved too fast? Had they already found him?


    Shiloh couldn’t be allowed to die yet.


    “Answer! Just pick up!” Her face was grim as she dialed again.


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    At the same time, Kiley had only walked a few steps from the lounge when a waiter in formal attire appeared at the far end of the corridor.


    He bowed deeply, his excessive politeness unsettling. “My boss is waiting for you in the meeting room on the third floor. He instructed me to follow your orders.”


    Kiley gave a slight nod. Her father’s methods no longer surprised her. His eyes saw everything, and his control extended through countlessyers.


    She had absorbed some of those tactics herself.


    She threw a cold nce back toward the lounge entrance. “Keep a close eye on Raegan for me.”


    “Sure, Miss,” the waiter replied, nodding vigorously, a strange and unsettling grin spreading across his face.


    They passed each other—one heading toward the lounge, the other toward the stairs.


    Kiley’s expression was icy. She had never been one for foolish romantic notions. She had already investigated Raegan’s background.


    The surface appeared clean: records, history, all checked out.


    Yet Kiley had noticed discrepancies. A closer look revealed that parts of Raegan’s past didn’t align properly. Someone had clearly tampered with her records.


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