The camera and the interviewer faded out of sight as Mason drove away from the premises. It was his first time grabbing the media's attention, but it felt familiar because all they did was intrude and pry into someone's life just to have something that would boost their fame and destroy the lives of those they pry upon. It was a feeling Mason had gone through county time on campus."What are you thinking about?" Haley asked when Mason scoffed without saying anything.He glanced at his sister, whose eyes panned at the road, and even when she wore an expressionless face, he could tell she wasn't okay, and the words of those people ran through her mind."Nothing," she replied, taking the next turn. "How are you okay?" he asked, glancing in her direction. Haley huffed, nodding her head. "I'm fine," she replied with an angry tone. Mason didn't say anything and waited for her to speak."Can you believe those people!" Haley exclaimed, with her face wrinkled into a frown. "How dare they accu
After a few minutes, Mason arrived at the Williams Private District, and the image of the mansion came into view. He glanced at his sister, who was now calm but awfully quiet, making him wonder what was going through her head."Are you sure you're okay?" Mason asked for the thousand times, and without a reply, Haley nodded her head, glancing outside the windshield where countless bullets tried to penetrate but couldn't. He guessed she might still be processing the thought of the incident that still lingered in her mind. Mason heaved a sigh; if he had not acquired those legendary driving skills, only God knows what would have become of them as those thugs were not ready to let them go but kept shooting at the windshield even when the bullet couldn't penetrate.Mason shook off the thought. "We should not tell Mom," Mason mumbled, clearing his throat. Informing their mother would cause her unnecessary worries, and it was the last thing he wanted to do. If he had gone to the auction alon
Mason made his way into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He took off his tie and sank into the comfort of the bed. His eyes lingered on the ceiling, but the thought of the incident clouded his mind. If those guys were able to send two sedans with armed men to kill them without the fear of getting caught, it means they are dangerous and might have planned to come after Haley again. He needed to find those bastards and do something about it, but Maon had no idea where to start. Even the police were unable to identify who those men were.'The Celestial System,' the thought crawled into his mind. He remembers Emoji telling him the system identifies possible threats; maybe it can also identify who those men were.Mason crawls into a sitting position. "Emoji," he muttered, and after a few seconds, Emoji appeared beside him, wearing his usual facial expression."Seems like you're alive," Emoji beamed, earning a frown from Mason. Was he expecting me to be dead? "You could have war
Once it was 6 a.m., Mason got up from his bed and entered his bathroom. After twenty minutes, he exited and entered his walk-in wardrobes. He wore casual clothes since he wasn't going to work or school. After glancing through his clothes for a few seconds, Mason settled for a fitted black sleeve shirt, which he folded to his elbow length, assisted by the Vacheron Constantin watch adorning his wrist. His shirt was toked in his back trousers, matching his black shoes. After glancing at his reflection, Mason made his way downstairs."Are you going on a date?" A tiny voice called behind him. Mason turned to see Helen and Sally trailing behind him. Helen ran into his embrace."Hello, princess," Mason smiled, ruffling her hair. "No, I'm not going on a date," he replied to her previous question. Helen furrowed her brows and assisted with a chuckle, shaking her head. "That is what they all say," she whispered, running away when Mason's eyes widened in surprise."Come back here you rascal,"
"Looks who finally decided to show up," Jacob muttered with a smirk playing on his lips. Even when Mason had a hunch Jacob would be here, deep down he wished he wasn't. "Where have you been, Mason? Have you been trekking all day?" Jacob, not missing the chance of being a jackass, laughed, and others beside him giggled."It's too bad you're looking all dolled up, but sadly, you can't afford a taxi," Flora, beside Natalia, said, sending a wave of silent laughter."If he can borrow expensive clothes, why can't he beg for a couple of dollars for a taxi?" a voice asked, but Mason ignored them, taking the empty spot at the corner of the room. He was here because of Cleopatra, and if she hadn't called him, he wouldn't have shown up as he was the one who proposed the school project."Wait! Did he trek to this place?!" Another voice cut in."He isn't even sweaty for walking such a far distance," astonishment laced their tone, but Mason remained calm. He knew they would all be eating their wor
Natalia, sensing Jacob's hesitation, quickly jumps in. "Why would you want Jacob to call Haley William? Don't you know the Williams are busy people and are occupied by businesses worth millions daily?" She said this, rolling her eyes. The group, listening to Natalia's statement, shifted their gaze to Mason, who didn't seem impressed like the other students. Looking for an opportunity to defend her friend in the future, Flora quickly jumped into the conversation. "If you don't know Mason, the Williams family are very busy people who are more invested in making money, which you can never make in this life. They are not poor like you, who borrow clothes to impress others," she said, sizing him with her eyes. Mason was not surprised by Flora's comment. "Who told you that my clothes were borrowed?" he asked, and Flora rolled her eyes. "You have a talent for spreading or supporting lies, and it would do you a lot of good if you tried shutting your mouth sometimes," Mason deadpanned with a
"What! Why would you pick Mason to pose with her?" The words left Jacob's mouth without thinking. "Let me be the male model," he said, turning to the supervisor, who gave him a skeptical look before turning to Cleopatra. "Is he in the group?" she asked."No," Cleopatra replied, with a furrowed brow in surprise at Jacob's sudden outburst. Jacob, foaming with anger, stared at Mason, who was staring at his phone. "Excuse me, but you have to leave," the supervisor pointed at Jacob, who stared at her surprise."You want me to leave?" The supervisor didn't answer his question and just stared at him sternly. Jacob hesitantly stood to his feet, moving towards the exit."You better not be comfortable," Jacob muttered when he got close to Mason, who didn't reply but smiled and pointed to the door. Jacob's rage was evident as he exited the room, his eyes glaring at Mason.The supervisor turns to the rest of the group and ushers them into the drawing-room, which is filled with drawing kits. Th
The selection ended at 1 p.m. Those chosen were happy, while Natalia was unhappy with the supervisor's decision."Those selected to represent your group should be available tomorrow." No excuses," the supervisor announced to the students filling out the room. Mason, who was glancing at his watch, waiting for the crowd to move out before exiting the room, was stopped by Cleopatra."Mason," she called, walking towards him; her long hair was now tied into a pony, making him admit she was born to look beautiful no matter the hairstyle. "How are you going home?" Cleopatra asked, stopping next to him and catching the eyes of the other students whispering among themselves."Yes, can I help you with something?""Some of the students and I are planning to have lunch, and I thought you might want to tag along?" she replied.Mason stared at Cleopatra's face for a second, trying to decipher her intention. Since they had been in the same department, she had never glanced in his direction, and no