Chapter 1360:


    “I couldn’t figure out why his presence felt so hauntingly familiar. Now it’s crystal clear—he serves as Mr. M’s representative.”


    “Of course! He wore this exact mask that night. Everything suddenly makes perfect sense. No wonder he throws money around with such abandon. His employer is that mythical Mr. M himself.”


    “For Maia’s birthday alone, Mr. M orchestrated an entire citywide fireworks spectacle paired with a drone show, then casually gifted the ‘Angel’s Tear’ sapphire valued at twenty-one billion dors.”


    The banquet hall erupted into frenzied excitement once more.


    Numerous members of The Mask scattered throughout the audience disyed genuine shock upon seeing that distinctive mask, including the award-winning actor Ss.


    He narrowed his eyes, studying the exquisitely crafted mask on the man’s face, feeling ice crystallize in his chest.


    The mask’s material, particrly those unique patterns, mirrored his own with unsettling precision. Could this mean he also belonged to The Mask organization?


    Ss struggled to make sense of it. Raegan had never breathed a word about any of this.


    Beyond that, he could read this man’s intentions perfectly—he was unmistakably championing Maia’s cause! Was this entire spectacle orchestrated?


    Yet… that exnation didn’t hold up either.


    At that charged moment, the man’s voice sliced through the chaos with frigid precision. “I’m cing this three-billion-dor bid on behalf of Mr. M.”


    He turned his head slowly, his gaze sweeping across the room.


    “Now then, does anyone still have any questions?”


    The hall fell into hushed silence.


    Mr. M’s birthday gift to Maia had carved itself into everyone’s memory with indelible force.


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    More importantly, they vividly recalled the exchange between the masked man and Maia just minutes earlier.


    The man had posed a pointed question. “Are you certain you want to part with this birthday gift?”


    Maia’s response had painted the truth in stark colors—she had been firmly denied permission to sell “Angel’s Tear.” The reason was obvious: she feared the consequences. More precisely, she worried that Mr. M might take offense. After all, “Angel’s Tear” had flowed from his hands as a birthday gift meant specifically for her.


    At that exact moment, the onlinement section erupted into fresh chaos.


    “Is this actually happening? The man represents Mr. M himself—who in their right mind would dare challenge him now?”


    “Mr. M spent twenty-one billion on a single piece of jewelry for Maia. That kind of extravagance doesn’t exist in most wealthy people’s vocabry.”


    “Wait, doesn’t this mean Mr. M essentially just repurchased ‘Angel’s Tear’ for three billion?”


    “I just watched videos from the Morgan family’s birthday banquet online. Good heavens! Mr. M’s gift was absolutely breathtaking!”


    The hashtag “Mr. M’s representative bids three billion at Cooper Group charity g” rocketed to the top of every trending chart within minutes.


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