Chapter 1353:


    She genuinely wanted to contribute to charitable causes, but countless opportunities would arise in the future—just not tonight. The Cooper Group’s charity g was a calcted scam.


    “I won’t speak his name, but you must stop bidding immediately!” Maia whispered urgently.


    Yet the man shook his head with finality. “I apologize, but I cannotply.”


    He stated bluntly, “Securing all your auction items is my employer’s direct order.”


    A leisurely smile spread across his face.


    In truth, his employer, Mr. M, had never intended to transfer a single penny to the Cooper Group’s ounts. That was why he had initially panicked about Maia recognizing him—to prevent her from mentioning Mr. M’s name aloud.


    But Maia, embodying the woman his employer admired, remained calm andposed, not uttering a word of surprise.


    From beginning to end, this entire performance was merely a strategic ploy aimed at the Cooper Group, designed to prevent uninformed guests from being scammed while sabotaging the Cooper Group’s scheme to embezzle charity funds for their copsing cash flow.


    “Is he here tonight?” Maia clenched her hands, recognizing the need to speak with Mr. M directly. “Can you take me to meet him immediately?”


    Meanwhile, Chris, who was guiding Laurence’s wheelchair into the third-floor lounge, inexplicably sneezed without warning.


    Once Chris closed the door behind him, he locked it securely and shoved a chair against it for good measure.


    Chris was certain that Kiley would have people tailing him, which meant the front entrance was not an option.


    Time was short. Without hesitation, Chris retrieved a climbing rope from his equipment.


    Laurence sat observing everything with a warm, gentle expression.


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    Chris walked quickly to Laurence and pulled a specialized strap from his pocket.


    The strap was remarkably durable, capable of supporting up to 300 kilograms.


    Chris held it up. “Grandpa, want to y a game with me?”


    Laurence’s smile widened, though his weak condition made him cough slightly. “Sure, Chris. What kind of game?”


    “I’m going to be Spiderman, and you’re the person who needs rescuing,” Chris said as he crouched low. “I’ll fly you right out of here. Now hold onto my shoulders tightly and don’t make a sound.”


    Laurence mped his mouth shut and nodded cooperatively.


    Chris carefully hoisted him onto his back, securing them both with the strap.


    He then moved to the window. After checking outside and seeing the coast was clear, he pushed it wide open.


    At that moment, footsteps echoed from the hallway. Someone tried the door, and the knob twisted slightly.


    A man’s voice called out, “Hurry up! Break that door down! If anything happens to the old man, every one of you will pay!”


    The door flew open with a thunderous bang. Several people burst in only to find the room empty.


    A small section of strapy on the floor, and cold air rushed through the open window.


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