Chapter 1368:


    Kiley moved closer, scanned the agreement, and smiled graciously. “Mr. Sparrow, thank you… and thank you to Mr. M for such generosity. We’ll proceed with the signing a bitter.”


    She faced the guests again. “And thank you to Maia for her donation. The Cooper Charity Foundation will issue certificates within fifteen working days.”


    Apuse broke out, but everyone’s thoughts were still stuck on the supposed fifteen billion dors’ worth of oil extraction rights.


    Meanwhile, in the restroom outside the banquet center, Chris slipped into one of the cubicles, took off the server’s uniform, and pulled out another outfit he had hidden earlier inside the toilet tank. It had been sealed well,pletely protected from the water.


    Right then, he heard two men talking just beyond the door.


    Both sounded middle-aged. One, speaking in a thick Wront ent, said, “There’ll be a ckout soon. The second the lights go out, take out the target.”


    The other man’s voice was rough and low. “Got it. I’ve already located the best sniping point.”


    Chris stayed perfectly still until their footsteps faded. Only then did he exhale.


    Take out the target? Sniping?


    He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to Maxwell. “There’s a sniper in the banquet hall. Find them before they act.”


    After hitting send, he changed into the dry clothes, shoved the server’s uniform into the tank, and closed the lid, eliminating any sign of what he’d done.


    When he finished and stepped out, he nearly collided with an older man and a younger one, not realizing the younger man was Jarrod.


    As the restroom door shut behind Chris, Cohen nced back, then turned to Jarrod. “With that injury, you can’t handle the shot.”


    He hesitated briefly, then lowered his voice. “Stick to your n, but let me pull the trigger.”


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    Jarrod clenched his teeth. Sweat gathered on his forehead, and blood seeped through his shirt from the shoulder wound. His hand shook slightly as he held a small vial filled with a fluorescent substance.


    Not being able to kill Maia himself was a bitter disappointment. But his body was failing him. The wound had reopened during the climb.


    After a long, frustrated breath, he finally agreed with a nod.


    Cohen immediately opened his backpack, took out fresh bandages, and began rewrapping the injury.


    Jarrod’s eyes were red as he spread the transparent fluorescent liquid across his palms.


    A single touch would leave a glowing mark on Maia.


    He lifted his head slowly, a crazed anticipation flickering in his gaze.


    Once the lights went out, Maia would shine like a beacon—an easy target in the dark.


    Inside the banquet hall, the auction carried on.


    Guests continued approaching the stage with their items, but nothing presented now even came close to a hundred million dors. Conversations buzzed everywhere, all centered on the dramatic events from earlier.


    Maia sat back down, gripping her phone tightly, anxiety twisting in her stomach as she wondered what Chris was dealing with.


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