Chapter 1365:


    Her gaze toward Grayson was now more eager than ever, filled with pure desire for the money Mr. M could bring to Cooper Group.


    All her earlier doubts had vanished the moment his identity was confirmed. She trusted himpletely, not just because of the whispers around her. The report fed through her earpiece had verified what her subordinates discovered: the man before her was indeed the mysterious buyer who had won the “Angel’s Tear” from udius.


    ording to the report, he was a major oil magnate, and his name was Granger Sparrow.


    “Mr. Granger Sparrow,” Kiley began, her voice soft, “since you have ced an open-ended bid, I assume no one will challenge you for the third item. Perhaps you would like to name your price? The third item is the painting ‘Rebirth,’ created by Maia under the pen name Matias Watts. This piece was highly acimed at the Otruitho exhibition and holds significant collectible value. I’m sure you are familiar with it and know its current market worth.”


    Grayson’s expression remained unreadable, giving no hint of his inner thoughts. Yet inwardly, he was amused.


    As a member of The Mask, maintaining multiple identities was standard practice.


    The persona of “Granger Sparrow” was entirely fabricated. It was a name borrowed from a novel where it served as the protagonist’s own false identity.


    “Certainly,” Grayson drawled. “But if I were to bid based on its current valuation…” He paused, eyes lifting with a subtle, knowing glint. “That may be… a bit difficult for me.”


    Keeping to the persona of a wealthy magnate, he added smoothly, “To tell the truth, I believe ‘Rebirth’ is… beyond valuation.”


    The audience was once again struck speechless.


    Guests quickly searched for the original online, and the room filled with gasps as they found the painting.


    Grayson continued, “Mr. M once said that the value of this piece will one day far surpass that of the ‘Angel’s Tear.''”


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    The live broadcastments exploded instantly.


    “Wow! Far surpass it?”


    “Oh my! I saw that painting earlier—I can’t believe Maia painted it.”


    “The talent gap is just disheartening. What a blow.”


    “Four billion? Or five billion?”


    “Maybe even higher.”


    Kiley’s eyes glittered at Grayson’s words.


    She asked softly, “Then, Mr. Sparrow, what price do you intend to offer for the painting?”


    Grayson nced at Kiley before shifting his attention back to Maia. Instead of the restless tension she had shown earlier, Maia carried herself with a steady calm that reminded him of water untouched by wind.


    The change caught Grayson off guard, and he realized Maia had understood the situation far better than he expected. He recalled what Mr. M had told him before the mission began. “You can trust Maia. She will figure out what I intend to do.”


    Such confidence must have meant something. People at their level of power often sensed each other’s ns even without speaking.


    With that thought, Grayson prepared to introduce a bold offer meant to draw Cooper Group into a trap.


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