Jacob, wearing his usual mischievous smile, stares at Mason, but Mason ignores his gaze and returns his eyes to Mr.Douglass, who, to his surprise, has a smile that reciprocates Jacob's greetings. "Hello, Jacod! How are you?" Mr.Douglas asked in a friendly tone that didn't match his earlier deportment. "I'm fine, sir," Jacob replied. “I'm sorry for coming late to your class. I had to take care of something." Along with those words was a facade he wore to accompany his apology."It's alright; take your seat," Mr.Douglas said, ignoring Mason's stunned expression. Jacob, with a smirk on his lips, glanced at Mason before making his way towards his seat. Mason shook his head, watching him navigate through the class. He sat next to Natalia, who was smiling at the words he whispered into her ears.Mason pulled his eyes from them and went to his seat, but Mr.Doglas would root his feet on the floor."Who told you to go to your seat, Mason?!" he yells, a frown appearing on his face. Mason rol
Mason, sitting at the back of the class, turned his head in the direction of the man. "It is me. I am Mason Williams," he replied, earning his attention. Mason knew almost all the lectures in the engineering faculty, and the man in his sleeve wasn't one of them. He could tell since all the students wore similar, confused expressions."Who are you?" Mason asked with a furrowed brow."I'm the VC assistant, and he instructed me to come to get you," the man replied, and a series of gasps soared through the room."Omg, that's the VC assistant," the student nearby whispered."Why is the VC assistant here for Mason?" another student whispered the obvious question roamed the silent air. All eyes instantly switch to Mason, hoping for a reply. "Is there a problem, sir? Why is the VC looking for me?" he asked, pretending not to be aware of the situation. Mason had personally instructed the VC to send his assistant to get him as part of his plan.Without answering Mason's question, the man tippe
Mr.Douglas frowned as he noticed Mason entered the office. He didn't fail to show his irritation by glaring at him from the crown of his head to his shoe, and his student, on the other hand, didn't fail to wear his I don't care expression. Mason averted his eyes to the only empty chair containing authority from the rest, and without casting a second glance at Mr.Douglas, he paced forward and slid into the VC chair. Mr Douglas sees Mason's action and gasp with his eyes bulging out of their socket. A small smile appeared on Mason's face as he noticed the lecturer's expression. "You rascal!" Mr Douglas yelled with his figure standing up while his hand removed his glasses. "How dare you, a poor brat, exhibit such impudent behavior! Do you know why you are even here!?" The man screamed, making the vein on his face bulge with anger. Mason sighed and relaxed into the chair, holding Mr.Douglas' gaze. "Of course, I know why I'm here, Mr.Douglas. You came here to report me to the Vice Cha
Silence lurked through the atmosphere, assisted by the curious eyes of the two figures who entered the room. Mason adjusted his gaze from raging Mr Douglas to the Vice chairman in a black suit. The VC, meeting Mason's gaze, signals for his assistant to shut the door to keep away the prying eyes of other staff curious to know the activities inside the office. "Sorry, sir, but I wasn't informed of your arrival," the VC said sincerely, masking his features. Though he had sent his assistant to get Mason, he was still surprised and didn't expect the university owner to arrive in less than thirty minutes. If he had known of Mason's arrival, he would have come earlier and not kept his boss waiting. The VC dagger his eyes at his assistant, and the man, understanding its meaning, immediately sent an apologetic gaze through the room even when he didn't know who he was apologizing to. The VC returned his gaze to Mason and was about to approach him, but Mr Douglas blocked his way. "You don
Mr. Douglas' eyes widened as the words reverberated inside his head. He quickly turned to the VC, hoping he would deny Mason's claim. However, when he saw the disappointed expression on the Vice Chairman's face, he returned his gaze to the young chairman, whose piercing eyes became intimidating. After ignoring the lecturer's stunned expression, Mason brought out his phone and placed it on the table, playing the record of Mr.Douglas Threatening to withdraw Mason's admission, which he had done to other students in the past. Mason stood to his feet, walking towards the speechless Mr.Douglas, standing on shaking legs. Holding the gaze of his dilated pupil, Mason smiled, making Mr.Douglas push another lump down his throat. The student he had felt superior to now towered above him with authority surrounding him."You have admitted to your crimes of depriving less fortunate students of the opportunity of a better life, Mr.Douglas," Mason said, and even with a calm tone, his voice still soun
"You can leave now," Mason said dismissively, resting his eyes on Mr.Douglas. The lecturer instantly masked his shame and hurried out of the office without turning back or glancing at the VC, whose eyes bored holes at the back of his head. When Mr. Douglas's figure disappeared through the hallway, Mason averted his eyes to the VC, puzzling at him and not satisfied with his decision to let Mr.Douglas go."Sir, why did you pardon Mr.Douglas considering his crimes and abuse to the student, someone like him doesn't deserve a second chance to even work here?"Mason nodded his head, standing from his seat. "I didn't pardon Mr.Douglas for his sake, vice chairman. I did it for the sake of the students who would be returning to school. They are far behind and would need extra help. That is where Mr.Douglas comes in so he can repair the damage he did," Mason replied, glancing at the assistant, who nodded in understanding. "Okay, sir, if you say so," the VC replied, dropping the topic. Sir, wha
All eyes stare at Cleopatra, who glances at the name popping on her screen. Mason Williams had transferred $10000, making him the biggest donor on the list. Though she knew about Mason being rich, and having a limited edition Bugatti, she didn't expect him to be generous enough to contribute $10000 to people he didn't even know. Cleopatra overcomes her curiosity and raises her gaze to the class.“Let's appreciate Mason for donating $10000,” Cleopatra announced with a smile. Instead of the rumbling of hands, numerous gasps erupted through the atmosphere, making everyone pan their eyes on Mason, who ignored their gaze and rested his eyes on his phone.Meanwhile, Mason thought of transferring more than $10000 since a few thousand dollars meant nothing to him, compared to the billions in his account, but transferring a larger amount would lead to suspicion, which was the last thing he needed considering the plans he had made, and keeping his identity a secret was part of it.The murmur in
Through the corner of his eyes, Mason could see Natalia's figure closing in with every running step she took. Mason, refusing to stop, could hear her frustration breathing down his back including the sound of her dangling jewelry while her hair bounced on her shoulder blade.“Mason!” She yelled again, jumping in front of him to block his path. Halting his footsteps, Mason drops his gaze on her figure. “What?” He asked in a cold tone devoured by zero emotions. Natalia forced a lumps down her throat while her face twitched with a smile which Mason Didn't reciprocate. She heaved a sigh brushing the strand of hair from her face and said. “Did you block my number?” she asked, holding Mason's straight gaze.Her question remained unanswered as he stayed firmly quiet. After a brief second, he tried to walk past her but she blocked his path again, making a frown crawl onto his face. “Get out of my way Natalia,” he growled, making her scoff, folding her hands across her chest.“So you can talk