“What?” Mason's voice reverberated through the room. He quickly placed the phone in his other ear, hoping he wasn't hearing things, as Miranda's words repeated in his head. “Did I hear you say, you have a lead?” Mason asked, hoping she was sure about her statement. The Tag placed on the Suspect was a Ghost, and the system refused to help or provide him any information that could help him catch the suspect, which seemed impossible, and even the Celestial assassin couldn't find anything.Miranda sensing Mason's doubt repeated in the same thrilled tone. “Master, I am very sure about the information. The team has been working on this for days and this time we have a possible lead on our suspect, and the good news is, it is in a familiar location,” she added, making Mason nod, curling his hand into a fist.“Good job, Miranda, send me the location and I will meet you there,” Mason instructed.“Yes, sir, I will do that right now,” she replied immediately before the line was disconnected. Sec

Silent whispers roamed through the group of students, watching Jacob’s anger illuminated by the clublight.“Stupid shoe!” He cursed at his loose shoelace, before standing up from the ground, shifting his eyes from the stain on his clothes to Cleopatra and the other who didn't interfere in the incident.“Damn you Mason!” Jacob growled, walking in the direction of the room which Mason had entered.When he approached the two bouncers standing in front of the door, they stretched out their hands and said. “You ain't allowed in here,” the first bouncer said, with a straight face and a frown crawling into Jacob's face. When he noticed, they were serious about not letting him in. Jacob glanced behind him and noticed: that his colleagues were all watching the scenes.“Are the bouncers restricting Jacob from entering the VIP-Section? I thought he said he knew the owner and basically owned this place.”“If Mason could enter the VIP Lounge, why then is Jacob being restricted?” another voice chim

The bartender led the way to the surveillance room, which was located in the interior of the club. The security teams, who had been watching Mason and the Celestial assassin, noticed they all heading toward their direction, and quickly coordinated themselves, waiting for their arrival. After a few minutes, the door opens and Mason and the celestial assassins enter the room filled with monitors, surveilling inside and outside the club environment. The team on duty quickly straightened their position, panning at the figure surrounded by a strong aura of power. They shifted their gaze from Mason to the familiar bartender, who stepped forward and whispered something to their ear. Hearing his information, they quickly jump to their feet, bowing their heads. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir, my name is Bobby and this is my partner, James, we are on call today. How can we be of help?” The man with a fast speech asked. Mason, without responding, nodded at the bartender and he quickl

Silence trailed behind Mason and Cleopatra, making their way back to the club, and neither of them was willing to raise a conversion to break the sudden ice that lingered around them. Mason realized he was walking too fast, halted his steps, and glanced at Cleopatra, who was far behind him. Even with the facade she wore, he could see the pain coming from her heels, making him realize Cleopatra wasn't just wearing heels, but was wearing a different dress from the one she wore in school. Her curvy figure was hidden behind a red dress, reaching her knee length, and adoring her features. With every step she took, the dress gave Moson a glimpse of her thigh. ‘She looks gorgeous,’ Mason mutters to himself, mentally slapping himself on how he could never notice and compliment her earlier. He heaved a sigh, remembering that his mind was filled with the thought of catching the man behind the Jackals operation. Mason cleared his throat, making Cleopatra meet his gaze. “How long have you been f

The sound of voices gasping aided the slap that landed on the stranger's face. All eyes stare from the Lady to the man who held his features washed with disbelief. From the look on his face, everyone could tell it was the first time any lady or someone had laid their hands on him."Mr.Frank!" The Receptionist half screamed, adjusting her eyes from the VIP client to her other client, who wasn't surprised at the incidents nor concerned at the eyes staring at her."Oh my God, did she just slap that man!" Another nearby spectator mutters, watching the scenes. "How dare she raise her hand to a VIP client!" The voice added, making Cleopatra snap her eyes in the direction, and she realized it was another staff dressed in the same red clothes as the receptionist.The staff, noticing Cleopatra's eyes, quickly averted their gaze and pretended to be minding their business."Mr.Frank, are you okay?" The receptionist asked, making the man's face lace with anger."How dare you lay your hands on me!