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    “Precisely! This isn’t some bargain-bin fantasy novel. Wealthy people aren’t fools—they calcte every move carefully and would never throw money around like this.”


    The onlinementary painted an entirely different picture, though.


    “Wait, who is this mystery man? That level of boldness is absolutely breathtaking!”


    “Dropping three billion like it’s loose change in his couch cushions? That’s devastatingly attractive. I’mpletely smitten by him.”


    “I’m literally weeping with envy over here. He tosses around three billion the way I splurge thirty dors on lunch. Why does such a massive chasm exist between human beings?”


    Just then, movement rippled through the crowd as someone rose abruptly from his seat.


    “Hold everything!” A man pushed his sses higher up the bridge of his nose, his tone cial. “Ms. Cooper, I strongly suspect this individual infiltrated the event because I distinctly remember that seat standing empty earlier.”


    He gestured sharply toward the mysterious bidder. “I’ve questioned several guests just now, and not a single person recognizes him. I have every reason to believe he’s aplete fraud.” His finger stabbed through the air usingly. “I demand concrete proof of his identity.”


    His usation detonated another explosion of chaos.


    Kiley had already considered that exact possibility and had quietly dispatched someone to dig into the man’s background moments earlier.


    No report had surfaced yet, though.


    What caught her off guard was how the man’s theatrical behavior had sparked suspicion from other guests first.


    Kiley certainly wasn’t about to waste this opportunity. After all, if she challenged him directly and discovered he represented some powerful magnate, she’d inevitably create a dangerous enemy.


    Now, however, that concern evaporated.


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    She manufactured a polite smile that never touched her eyes. “Sir, to eliminate everyone’s lingering doubts, would you mind sharing your identity or revealing which organization you represent?” she asked, her voiceced with carefully measured embarrassment.


    The man swept his gaze across the room, his lips curving into an unbothered smile. His employer had predicted this exact scenario long ago.


    That was precisely why leaving Mr. M’s signature at Maia’s birthday celebration had been so strategically brilliant—it ensured everyone understood that Mr. M was a fabulously wealthy yet maddeningly elusive enigma.


    The man reached into his inner pocket and extracted a half-mask, positioning it carefully over his features while his eyes locked forward with arctic intensity.


    Simultaneously, the bodyguards surrounding him stood as one, sliding dark sunsses onto their faces.


    The moment that familiar tableau materialized, a woman gasped sharply and pped her hand over her mouth. “It’s him!” she eximed.


    Her trembling finger extended toward the masked figure. “The same man who appeared at the Morgan family’s birthday celebration for their twin daughters… He delivered Maia’s birthday present on behalf of the legendary Mr. M.”


    Her revtion sparked a chain reaction of recognition among several Wront elites who’d attended that extravagant banquet.


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