Chapter 1373:


    Internally, he reassured himself. At least the live broadcast had ended. Otherwise, his public image would have been destroyed.


    In fact, the cameras had already stopped when Maia returned to her seat, and Maxwell had left his previous position.


    Maia noticed Ss’s strange reaction and frowned slightly. There was something off about him, an aura of fear, as if he were trying to avoid some unseen threat.


    Meanwhile, high above, a sniper remained in position, motionless.


    Blood trickled from the center of his forehead, and the back of his head was badly damaged.


    A tiny, almost invisible hole in a nearby window allowed a cold breeze to enter. A more precise shot had struck the sniper first, from another angle.


    In the darkness, Maxwell closed his rifle and descended steadily down the maintenancedder from the ceiling. He pulled out his phone and typed a message. “It’s done.”


    A momentter, his phone vibrated.


    Chris’s reply came almost instantly. “Good work. Stay alert.”


    Maxwell paused briefly at the message, then disappeared into the night once more.


    In the electrical room, a many unconscious on the floor.


    Chris stood over him, retrieving a mask from the man’s pocket.


    He studied the unique pattern of The Mask, fingers tightening, eyes darkening.


    Raegan was truly disappointing, beyond redemption.


    Meanwhile, in the banquet hall, Raegan watched Ss’s behavior in disbelief. Something wasn’t right.


    She immediately pulled out her phone and dialed the assassin’s number to get a report.


    No one answered.


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    Her brows knit tightly. How could this be? Was the ckout merely coincidental, not the signal from her operative?


    Even so, the sniper should have fired.


    Before she could think further, Maia approached Ss and took his wrist in her hand.


    Ss went pale. “What are you doing?”


    Maia’s voice was calm. “Mr. Court, you look terrified.” She positioned Ss carefully in front of her, appearing casual, but in reality shielding herself from any potential line of fire. “I just want to ask,” she said, her eyes sharp as knives. “What exactly are you afraid of? A sniper?”


    Her words were soft, almost a whisper, yet carried a bone-chilling authority.


    Ss’s face drained of color, cold sweat streaming down his cheeks.


    Oh no! Maia had seen through everything.


    Maia kept her eyes fixed on Ss with a depth that seemed to cut straight through him, as though she recognized everyyer he tried to hide.


    She spoke in a slow, almost amused tone. “There’s no need to act so stunned. Your response earlier looked like something straight out of a field manual.”


    She lifted her brow with a hint of challenge. “Did you serve in the special forces? Or did you undergo tactical training somewhere?”


    Ss reacted with a quick, uneven breath. He swallowed with difficulty, and sweat began to form across his forehead.


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