A little while later, Mason finished his lunch and went to his room. Since Helen and their mother weren't back from her medical check-up, he had nothing to do and relaxed on his bed, surfing the net to pass the time. Mason shifted his eyes to the notification at the top right corner of his phone screen. He was about to mute the chat until another message ignited his curiosity. He opened the group chat to see the two hundred unread messages, with more pouring in. Mason raised a brow as he stared at the gossip raging from the anonymous Mr. Celestial, who had gifted one of the three Musketeers and the University beauties thousand dollars worth of online gifts except for Flora, who ironically was the host of her stream. Most students were curious to know who Mr.Celestial was and what department he was in. "Rumor has it that Mr.Celestial is from the art department," a message said, prompting other curious messages. "It's just a rumor who knows he might be in the engineering department
The next day came fast, and Mason opened his eyes to the morning sun that poured through his open window. He pulled himself up from the bed and prepared for the day. Mason came out of his wardrobe in a neatly styled sleeve, and Jean assisted with other accessories that decorated his left hand. With one glance at his reflection, he exited his room and went to the living room. His mother and her Secretary sat discussing while Haley, who was opposite them, panned her attention on her phone. Mason still couldn't believe his sister already had a degree in business administration and had made a name in the industry at a young age. Though he was also walking down that same path, somehow he was enjoying the peace, which was far from the media, but all that would end the day he would reveal his identity. Shaking off the thought from his head, Haley meets Mason's eyes, and a mischievous grin crawls into her face, making Mason remember her warning. The other ladies in the room turned to star
"Emoji," Mason called, dropping down his phone. The figure of Emoji immediately appeared by his side with a stern expression. Mason glanced at him with a furrowed brow. "Are you even allowed to make that expression?" he asked, releasing his legs from the accelerator when he noticed the red light ahead. "Of course, I am," Emoji replied, floating closer to him. Mason was amazed at both his reply and the fact that he was breaking the law of gravity. He thought he had become familiar with it, but his heart still lingers with amazement at everything he remembers: the celestial system and the talking Emoji. "I need your help," Mason said, rumbling his hand on the stirring, waiting for the green light to come up. "Of course, you do, what is it?" "I need information about the Jackal's leader," Mason replied. Emoji nodded his head, prompting the hologram integrated in front of him. The screen displayed detailed information about the Jackals and Humogule's arrest. Mason swiftly scroll
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