Aurelia Shaw sighed, "I have something important tomorrow." She had an appointment with someone significant. Caleb: "Then I'll reschedule for the day after tomorrow." Is he always this headstrong? Do the other actors in the crew know? In the evening, Mason Nightshade returned to Nightshade Residence. The house felt cold and desolate. The housekeeper took Mason's coat and hesitated before asking, "Is Young Madam not returning tonight?" Mason stiffened and let out a sigh, chuckling bitterly, "I made her angry. I doubt she'll return in the next few days." "Is it because of the rumors about you and Young Madam?" The housekeeper didn't surf the internet, but the young maids did, and they were abuzz with excitement over the news. "Do you think what I did was wrong?" Mason asked. Sometimes the person involved is the most confused. He wasn't sure if his actions were right or wrong, carefully controlling the public opinion for fear of any words harming her. For the first time, he felt this exhausted, investing himself wholly into this more than any meticulous corporate takeover or strategy plan. The housekeeper smiled, "It's not like your relationship with Young Madam is anything to hide." "Make a cup of coffee and bring it upstairs later." "Alright." The housekeeper bowed and complied. Mason returned to his room. A faint cool breeze brushed past his face. His gaze sharpened as he cautiously ventured inside. Suddenly, a shadow darted from behind the curtains with blinding speed. Mason swiftly sidestepped the attack, and they launched into a flurry of blows, each move precise and fierce. After exchanging a few strikes, Mason sensed something, quickly maneuvering to the assailant's back, gripping their neck while thrusting a knee to pin them down. The opponent wasn't an easy target. They twisted their body like a fish, dodging the chokehold and retreating two steps back swiftly. Just as they prepared to lunge again— There was a light "snap," and the room suddenly flooded with light. Shielding from the glare, his eyes squinted. Content orıginally comes from 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Had enough?" Mason's cold voice rang out. Grayson Quinn chuckled, "It's been a while since we squared off. Just testing if your skills have dulled." "The task you gave me is mostly complete, but there are a few matters that need your decision," Grayson said hurriedly upon seeing Mason's displeased expression. Mason loosened his tie, "I didn't assign it to you. I instructed Gustavo Yates." "What's the difference if I do it?" Grayson settled on the sofa, resting his chin in his hand, eyes wandering over Mason's bare upper body, resembling a seductive flower spirit, "The woman who harmed your wife, named Vianne Collins, I looked into her background. She's just a mere escort with plenty of dirt, but..." "Your wife isn't easy to bully either; she set a trap for her." "These days, she's meeting a third-rate director known for deceiving women aspiring to enter the entertainment industry, sleeping with them and reneging on promises while recording videos to threaten them." "Vianne will gain nothing from that encounter. Do you still want to go after her?" Mason's icy, sharp gaze bore into him, "There's no need to keep such a petty character. Expose her, leave no path for her." Grayson shivered; offending this man's wife meant he truly harbored lethal intent. But it was her own doing. "Oh, one more piece of good news you'll definitely be interested in," Grayson's smile widened, "Hadriel Wilson's wife is filing for divorce with him."