A cold, sharp killing intent flashed in Mason Nightshade's eyes. Even standing a few steps away, Gustavo Yates could still feel that chilling aura—it made his hair stand on end, and he shivered uncontrollably. How long had it been since he'd seen the boss have such a strong urge to kill? What the hell happened? Mason squeezed his eyes shut, hard! His thin lips released an icy voice, "Investigate Q City High School. I don't care if it's private bribery, favoritism, or any shady deals with students—don't overlook any details! Find out every single thing! Especially Hadriel Wilson—dig up everything about his whole damn family, eight generations back!" Gustavo Yates snapped to attention instinctively. "Yes, sir!" Aurelia got home, washed up, and sat on her bed staring at the bracelet on her wrist. She lifted it and revealed a scar beneath, already faded to almost nothing. She took out her phone and sent Hadrian Turner the video she recorded today, then dialed his number. "Did you see the video I just sent you?" Hadrian grunted, "Yeah. You want me to post it?" The moment Aurelia sent the video, he'd already dug into this person's background and quickly figured out what happened back then. Other people might believe those rumors, but none of that could fool a hacker. "Yeah, I'm counting on you." "Aurelia, you—you really don't need to be so polite with me." Hadrian stammered, his face bright red, heart pounding wildly in his chest. Aurelia let out a light laugh, "Thank you for helping me so much." Official source ıs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 "I wanted to help." Hadrian replied stuffily, "And anyway, you don't—don't have to be formal with me, not if… you… consider me a friend." "Good friend! Then I won't hold back from now on. Whenever I need something, I'm coming straight to you—you better not regret it." Sitting in front of his computer, Hadrian grinned like an idiot. "I'll never regret it! Even if you ask me to kill or commit arson, I won't regret a thing!" "Pfft. You really think I'm that much of a delinquent? Alright, it's inconvenient to talk on the phone, gotta go." After hanging up on Hadrian, Aurelia looked around. It felt a little too quiet—with Ursa Miller gone, it really felt like something was missing. Thinking it over, she dialed Viscount Zhou's number. "Hey, that little maid of mine is staying in your hospital. Tell your people to give her extra attention. Also, put her entire medical bill on my tab." "You sure you're not getting scammed?" Viscount Zhou was lounging on his hotel suite sofa, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. The woman next to him tried to sidle close, but he shoved her away rudely and shot her a warning glare. His buddies saw this, hurriedly dragged the woman aside, turned the music down. By Zhou's tone, they immediately sensed who he was talking to on the phone. There was one topic you couldn't joke about with Viscount Zhou—everyone in their circle knew: Aurelia Shaw. "Scam my ass—I know what I'm doing. Listen, don't forget what I said. She's in the hospital now with her mom. Her little brother's in bad shape, leukemia. If you can, find an expert in that field. Bill everything to me." "You got the cash?" Viscount Zhou joked. Before she could reply "Otherwise, just charge it to me," she shot back: "My family's loaded, you really think I'd owe you money? If you ever need, you could always go to my dad, or even better, I still have Mason's credit card—you know that one has no limit."