Chapter 1355:


    “Yes, sir!”


    At that same time, Raegan finally got her call through. “Why didn’t you pick up before? What’s Shiloh’s status? I need him kept alive.”


    The urgency in Raegan’s voice was unmistakable. When the call connected, her tension lessened slightly.


    Thenughter came from the other end—a sound that sent a chill through her.


    The voice belonged to Shiloh. He taunted mockingly, “Well, well! The people you’re looking for can’t answer right now, but I’m doing just fine. So tell me, Ms. Foster, what’s going through your mind? Are you surprised? Did you see thising?”


    Raegan’s eyes widened in rm. She had thought her subordinates might have killed Shiloh or left him badly wounded. The possibility that both agents from The Mask could have lost had never urred to her.


    More urately, they might actually be dead. The situation seemed impossible, but it was brutally real.


    She forced the words out between clenched teeth. “What have you done, Shiloh Hayes?”


    Rage surged through Raegan. Shiloh had humiliated her, and she had lost two operatives. Her face contorted with anger.


    Shiloh responded with amusement. “What have I done? I simply protected myself. But if you’re looking to assign me, point it at your operatives forcking strength. Nothing more than that.”


    He nced at the smoking vehicle and the unconscious driver. His white shirt was stained with blood. He steadied his voice. “Well, well… The tables have turned. My operatives areing after you. I wish you the best of luck staying alive. Farewell!”


    He ended the call.


    The encounter had been terrifyingly close. Death had nearly imed him. The bullet had only grazed his shoulder, which was fortunate. Siena’s people had arrived just in time and eliminated his attackers.


    On her end, Raegan gripped the phone tightly, the veins on the backs of her hands standing out.


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    She snarled his name. “Shiloh Hayes!” His audacity in threatening her astounded her. He was courting disaster.


    She dismissed Shiloh’s threat as empty words. She had held back her strongest fighters to use against Maia. Deploying The Mask’s top ten members, she had believed, would guarantee Shiloh’s death.


    “I’ll wait patiently and let you survive a little longer. After Maia is dealt with, you’ll be next.” She decided to return to the banquet hall.


    At that moment, her phone buzzed repeatedly. Multiple messages appeared in quick session.


    Raegan opened one without much thought and skimmed it. As she did, her expression transformedpletely.


    The auction had already started? Bidding for Maia’s items had grown intense and surpassed three hundred million dors?


    Processing this, she immediately turned and hurried toward the banquet hall.


    Meanwhile, in the banquet hall, the man who had offered three hundred million gave Maia a slight smile. He declined her request. “That’s not possible at this time, Ms. Watson.”


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