Chapter 1352:


    The livestreamments filled with exmations. Viewers expressed disbelief.


    “I can’t believe my eyes.”


    Audible astonishment rippled through the guests. “Oh my goodness! What’s happening? Has this man met Maia before?”


    “Could he be another admirer joining Maia’s circle? Goodness!”


    “I wish I could live Maia’s life, surrounded by so many wealthy, handsome admirers.”


    Hearing the man’s unwavering response, Kiley exhaled in relief. She grudgingly acknowledged the truth: Maia remained an elegant and formidable adversary.


    As Maia descended from the stage, she glided toward the man and stopped before him.


    “We’ve met?” she repeated, scrutinizing his features with renewed intensity. “May I ask why you’re so determined to win this auction item?”


    The man nodded, warmth lighting his expression. “Of course,” he replied, surveying the room with calcted gravity. “Because the piece bears your signature. And my employer wishes to repay your extraordinary kindness. Since you’re auctioning your personal creations to raise charitable funds, therger the donation, the greater the impact. Therefore, regardless of cost—whether it requires a billion or ten billion dors—I will secure every auction item you offer on behalf of my employer.”


    His deration left everyone momentarily speechless.


    The banquet hall fell into stunned silence.


    Though brief, every word carried significant meaning.


    Many guests furrowed their brows in confusion.


    “This arrogant figure is merely a representative? Who on earth is his employer?”


    “Hmph! Refusing to appear personally at such a prominent event—he must represent someone who cannot withstand public scrutiny.”


    “Who could possibly have such audacity? Who has the power to act so recklessly?”


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    At that moment, understanding dawned on Maia. She finally recalled where they had met.


    The memory surfaced: the Morgan residence, during the birthday banquet the Morgans had hosted for her and Rosanna.


    A mysterious man wearing a mask and white gloves had repeatedly approached her, presenting birthday gifts with ceremony.


    Maia had pursued him afterward, desperate to uncover his identity.


    Unexpectedly, he had removed the mask. Beneath it were blonde hair, blue eyes, and a distinguished nose—the very man now standing before her.


    He belonged to Mr. M’s inner circle.


    Maia grasped the connection instantly and opened her mouth to speak, but the man anticipated her.


    “Please don’t reveal anything.” He spoke softly, ensuring only Maia could hear.


    Maia froze briefly.


    Regardless of Mr. M’s true identity, she absolutely could not allow his money to be swindled by the Cooper Group through this deception.


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