After back-and-forth arguments, Mason gave up eventually.Immediately they stepped out into the courtyard, the fiery sun shone on them and Mason felt every bit of it."The sun is scorching," Mason complained."Get to work," Uncle Roger said instead, ignoring Mason's remark.Demoralized, Mason threw the tools in his, gaining a look from Uncle Roger."This is all your fault, Uncle Roger! If I had not seen you that night, I would have completed my work!" he wailed. "Don't let me draw Madam Quinn's attention to you, you had better start working," Uncle Roger declared.Maybe it was time to get dirty, Mason thought. "Yes, then I'll let her know you have been f*cking someone in her home, " Mason lashed out. "I advised you to do what has been asked of you and not get involved in what has nothing to do with you," Uncle Roger warned, looking unconcerned. "I will -" Mason was interrupted."I don't care what you do with that little information. Make yourself useful and stop wasting my time

The car returned to being noiseless as they waited for the lights to turn green. Mason's eyes peered at the traffic light until it gave a sign for him to go. He stepped on the acceleration and the car zoomed off with a high sweep. They drove for twenty-five more minutes until Mason finally halted the car.He noticed there were no motions or words or even any attentiveness from Samantha for a couple of minutes. His head slanted to the back, redirecting his eyes to Samantha. "We're here?" he announced and those words echoed in Samantha's head."The keys," Samantha ordered instead. Mason moaned under his breath, biting on his bottom lips to prevent himself from saying anything. "Have you gone deaf? I said give the keys to me!" Samantha exclaimed. Did Mason have a choice? Of course not.Without any protest from him, he surrendered the keys to Samantha and got out of the car.He placed his hands on his waist and quickly scanned around. He knew very well that he wasn't supposed to sh

Just when Mason thought he had successfully escaped Quinn, he bumped into Uncle Roger. A perfect way to ruin the rest of his day.His eyes wandered, looking for a way to hide from him. Mason's urge to escape made him fail to notice the low table situated at the corner, where a golden flower pot, adorned with beautiful gems sat.As Mason turned to leave, his foot caught on the table's leg, sending it wobbling and crashing the unsuspecting flower pot. The once tranquil scene shattered in an instant. Fragments of porcelain and shards of petals scattered across the ground, leaving behind a trail of broken beauty.Horrified, Mason knelt, his hands trembling as he surveyed the damage he had unintentionally caused. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that this accident had disrupted the beauty of that unnoticeable corner. The delicate roses, once a symbol to remember old man Hutton, now lay in disarray.Mason began gathering the broken pieces, careful to avoid harming himself further. As h

Excitement brimmed within Samantha as they arrived at the center of the living room, her eyes gleaming with anticipation."Hold on," she told her stylist as she rushed to a corner.Samantha screamed at the top of her lungs, demanding immediate attention. The commotion caught the attention of everyone standing nearby as they rushed towards her."What's the matter?" Quinn's gentle voice cut through the chaos, capturing Samantha's attention.Samantha's face contorted with rage, and a tirade of curses and frustration spilled from her lips."Who did this? How dare this happen to me?" she exclaimed, her voice echoing through the narrow hall. "This was my favorite flower pot! Someone must pay for this!" She declared as she picked up a fragment of the flower pot that Octavia forgot to take out.Her outburst caught the attention of Uncle Roger, who had been occupied in the kitchen. He approached her cautiously, his voice calm and composed, "What is wrong young Missus?" "Have you gone blind?

Mason had a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he thought of something, with a mixture of nervousness and determination, Mason approached the small show glass that displayed flower pots of different types, Butler Martin Eyes following his movement. "I need one of these," Mason began, his voice quivering slightly. "I broke the one at the Huttons and that is why I am here."Butler Martin glanced at the flower pot and then met Mason's gaze, his face thoughtful. "That flower pot is truly remarkable. It's one of the rarest and most expensive in the world, and its price reflects its craftsmanship. However, I do not understand why you have the desire to take it to that house I hate so much. Tell me, what does this flower pot have to do with you?""I didn't stutter when I said I broke theirs and Samantha needs it for some stupid picture. Plus we have up to ten, taking one out wouldn't cost us anything.""I'm only letting this happen because you came all the way here for it."Robert's eyes widened