Chapter 1361:


    The entire inte ignited into feverish discussion all over again.


    Countless guests who had witnessed the birthday celebration uploaded their footage online, where it instantly umted mountains of likes and cascadingments.


    “This level of romance is absolutely unreal! I’ve never witnessed anything remotely close to this. If this were a marriage proposal, I seriously doubt any woman alive could refuse.”


    “Good lord! Who exactly is this Mr. M? How does someone umte that kind of staggering wealth?”


    “Mr. M must embody true sophistication—a man of means who genuinely understands the art of capturing a woman’s heart.”


    Inside the banquet hall, Kiley swiftly gathered her scatteredposure.


    Even though her heart still churned like an ocean in a storm, she had to acknowledge one undeniable truth: Mr. M possessed genuinely unwavering devotion.


    To champion Maia’s cause, he had gone to extraordinary lengths—something the vast majority of men wouldn’t even dream of attempting.


    In fact, during her tenure working in Otruitho, she had stumbled across whispers about Mr. M’s existence.


    Kolton had dispatched numerous investigators to uncover his identity, and she had been among that persistent group.


    Yet despite her relentless efforts, Kiley had discovered absolutely nothing of substance, never imagining she would encounter his representative at Cooper Group’s charity g tonight.


    At this pivotal juncture, merely two auction items had already generated four and a half billion for Cooper Group, soaring far beyond anything Kiley had dared anticipate.


    With that financial windfall secured, Cooper Group’s cash flow crisis could dissolvepletely, potentially opening doors to even greater profits down the road.


    This so-called charity g served merely as an elegant vehicle to capitalize on people’s desperate hunger to purchase their own sense of benevolence.


    Kiley’s eyes narrowed into calcting slits as her gaze drifted back toward Maia, and she acknowledged silently, “It appears Maia carries far more strategic value than I’d initially calcted.”


    As bait dangled before the world, Maia had sessfully hooked Mr. M—that magnificent, elusive prize—which represented the genuine triumph here.


    Perhaps this had been Kolton’s true intention all along, and Kiley found herself marveling at his foresight with renewed appreciation.


    “Mr. M has ced his bid at three billion. Does anyone else wish to enter thepetition?” Kiley elevated her voice, attempting to drag the guests back from their stupefied state.


    However, upon hearing her invitation, not a single soul stepped forward—especially those who’d questioned the man’s legitimacy earlier.


    They desperately wished the floor would simply swallow them whole, having suddenly grasped that Mr. M’s financial firepower existed in an entirely different stratosphere beyond their wildest reach.


    The host rushed to interject, his words tumbling out in barely controlled excitement. “Three billion going once… sold!” His enthusiasm over the generousmission he’d earned caused him to skip an entire call.


    Yet even with such a ring procedural mistake, nobody dared raise an objection.


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