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" Qin Haodong nodded. His theory had been similar, but James was even more aggressive. He not only wanted to take the formula, but he also wanted to bring down Tangmen Traditional Chinese Medicine Company. He fiddled with the mask in his hand and asked, "What is this? How was it made?" Kim Lunhai said, "It's the mask James gave me. I heard it's made of high-tech nanomaterials created by 3D printing technology. As long as it's on my face, no one can detect it..." Qin Haodong turned to Lin Momo and said, "Do you have anything else to ask?" Lin Momo shook her head. Qin Haodong had already asked everything. "What are you going to do with this man?"

Rebecca scoffed, the universe must really suck. Clenching her fist together, she forced a smile on her face before making her way towards the table. If she was in front of an enemy, she might as well find out exactly what was happening. “Hey girlfriend” a huge grin appeared on Melisa’s face as Rebecca walked to the table, “I am glad you could make it”

I like that this room has a bathroom, so I don't have to worry about being discovered. I soak in the warm water; today's fatigue has extensively washed away. I slowly removed the leather mask on my face. Holding the sheet of the leather mask as thin as a sheet of paper, as smooth as a baby's skin, my appreciation for Paul grew in my heart. After taking a shower, I wanted to wash off the mask, but at this moment, I suddenly remembered that my luggage was still at the hotel. To maintain this mask, I use the liquid that Paul gave me. Just soak the mask in that solution once a week; the mask can be stored for four months. After four months, Paul will send me another mask.

A tap on the table brought me back from my thought, “Seems you are new here.'' he asked in a rough, husky voice, and I didn't need to be told that this man on a mask was a DOM. “Yes sir, what may I get you.'' I asked while staring at his eyes to see if I could at least get a glimpse of him, but I couldn't, due to the black mask he was putting on. “I would have said my usual, but you are new here, so just get me some cocktail.'' his voice was cold and full of command. I quickly went for his drink and came back with it, “Here it is, sir,'' I told him while placing the drink on the table.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

Today is really an exhausting day, I want to sleep so bad right now, but I have to prepare all of the necessary stuff that we'd be using in the mission. I took my blazer off and placed it on the couch, and went upstairs to my room. I took some of my clothes and the gadgets that I'll need. I took my medical kits and placed them in a small bag. I took my other gadgets, such as an extra laptop, a smartphone with a secured line, an earpiece, and my handguns and flash grenades. We might not need it since we're going undercover at school, but it can still be risky. In a mission like this, anything can go wrong at any time, which is why we can never trust others and sometimes not even ourselves.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Even if they saw the resemblance— The eye color would throw them off. It's not like I can just wake up and change eye color. It doesn’t work like that. And then— “And let's not forget the mask,” Melina added. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah.” That too. Between the mask and the eyes— I had a shield. A strong one. I let out a long breath. One I didn’t even realize I had been holding. “Thank you, Mel…” My voice softened. “I feel… better.” She smiled slightly.

I'm left standing there in my t-shirt and leggings feeling like I've somehow wandered into an alternate universe. Before the last woman leaves, Ruby stops and rummages through a drawer. She pulls out an ornate masquerade mask—black with silver filigree. "Here," she says, pressing it into my hands. "If you're too shy to show your face at first, wear this. Also..." Her eyes drop to my leggings. "Lose those. Your shirt's long enough. You'll look more natural." Then she's gone, leaving me alone in the dressing room with my racing thoughts and a mask that suddenly feels like both armor and surrender.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur