Aurelia glanced at the phone that had fallen onto the car seat. With her back to everyone, her fingers danced quickly, and relying on memory, she pressed a random number and dialed out, not even sure whose number it was. She just hoped the person would pick up, and that they'd realize something was wrong on her end. The one-eyed man, though missing an eye, had sharp vision. He saw the little trick behind her back and cursed loudly as he rushed forward. "Damn! Bitch, you're actually calling for help." The blow left Aurelia briefly stunned. Her finger slipped as the phone fell to the floor, and her body—already at its limit—collapsed to the ground. Her fair face instantly swelled red, those hazy peach blossom eyes narrowing dangerously as a cold, deadly glint flashed across! The one-eyed man suddenly shivered. "Fuck!" What the hell is this woman? "Hurry up and get her out of here!" The men approached warily, dragged her into the car, and quickly drove away. Mason Nightshade received the call while he was video conferencing with the President, discussing the recent arrival of a group of international arms dealers in Q City. He glanced at the caller ID, and his gaze locked onto it, unable to look away. His eyes, always indifferent to everything, suddenly lit up, and the corners of his lips unconsciously lifted in a faint smile. He signaled to the President to wait a moment. Picking up the phone, he stepped aside to answer. Adrian Cooper looked surprised. Since when did Mason care so much about a call from anyone? That joy in his eyes—Adrian could see it clearly even through the video. "Grayson Quinn, who's calling him?" Fat beads of sweat rolled down Grayson's forehead. Damn, Mason really is something. Halfway through a meeting with the President, he actually made the President wait just so he could answer his wife's call. If the President finds out, he'll probably blow a fuse. But who is Grayson? He just loves chaos in this World. A wicked smile played at his lips as he shrugged helplessly. "It's his wife. Ever since Mason got married, he's been a total henpecked husband. He and his wife have been fighting the past few days. Now that she's calling, he wouldn't dare not answer." "Mason's wife?" Adrian remembered his wedding. He had wanted to attend in person, but there was suddenly urgent business for the country, and besides, Mason hadn't let him come, saying it would cause a sensation and he couldn't fully guarantee Adrian's safety. To refuse the President's blessing—probably only Mason would dare to do something that bold. This update ıs available on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Not wanting to "cause trouble" for him, and for Mason's little wife, Adrian had no choice but to go handle national affairs. Adrian chuckled softly. "Never thought Mason would be such a wife guy. Wish I could see him in that mode." "Mr. President, if you want to see that, it's easy." Grayson would never miss a chance to kiss up. The camera swung, aiming straight at Mason. Then they saw the man who had just been smiling—with his lips pressed into a smile—his expression suddenly turning stormy and terrifying, a fierce fury brewing in his eyes as if he was about to kill someone. Not only Grayson—even Adrian Cooper was taken aback. "Mason, what happened?" Grayson immediately dropped the teasing and stood at attention, his body tense. "Locate Aurelia's phone. How many people do we have in Q City? Put them all out there. I want to know every detail about what happened to Aurelia Shaw today! How dare they…!" Mason's grip on the phone tightened, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his eyes frothing with a savage bloodlust—fierce and icy—a murderous intent raging in those pitch-dark eyes like a violent storm ready to sweep through the city.