Mason laughed hard at the shocked faces, watching his car drive from the store. He couldn't help but recall Natalia's priceless expression until tears lingered in the corner of his eyes as a result of laughing too hard. When he was done, he sighed and calmed himself, focusing on the road and overtaking a motorcycle rider who stared at the Bugatti in awe. The ringtone of his phone caught his attention. 'Now, who is it?' Mason mutters to himself. However, he had set up his new iPhone 15 pro max and had put his old sim. He didn't expect to receive any call since the sim has been inactive. Mason glanced across the screen to see the caller, but it had no name, then ignored the call to avoid being distracted. The phone rang again, and a sigh escaped his parted lip. He picked up the phone and placed it on speaker."Hello?" Mason said, panning his eyes on the road."Mason!" The voice called, and Mason furrowed his brow at the familiar voice; the name of the possible person crossed his mind,
Mason arrived at the mansion and parked the car in the garage. He walked towards the main house, and when he saw his mother's assistant entering the main hall, he knew his mother was back, and Joy bubbled through his veins. Mason headed for the door, and when he arrived at the living room, he stopped with a smile on his lips as he stared at Helen, watching her favourite show. She looked happy, and that alone made his heart warm. Mason turned to the figure descending the staircase."You're back," Haley notified, and Mason nodded with a smile, bringing her into a hug. "You look amazing," she complimented, and he stared at himself."Thank you," Mason replied. "Seems you guys are having fun," he notice the popcorn in her hand."Mason!" Helen called, noticing his presence."Hey, princess," he said as she ran into his embrace. "How are you feeling?""I'm fine. Haley just gave me my medicine," she replied, with Haley ruffling her hair. "You went to town?" her eyes stared at the bag he was hol
The next morning, Mason slid out of his bed, humming into the bathroom. After some minutes, he came out feeling more refreshed. Mason entered the walk-in wardrobe, and since he planned on going to the Sky High hotel this morning, he settled for a black suit. Mason wore a radiant smile as it was his first time wearing an expensive suit, and just like he predicted, the black matched his elegance. When Mason was satisfied with his appearance, he went for the exit. Reaching the living room, Mrs.Willams sat on the couch discussing with Mrs.Audrew, her assistant, who was the first to notice his presence."Good morning, Mason," she greeted, not hiding the astonishment written across her face.Mason smiled. "Good morning to you, Audrey."He turned to his mother, who stood up immediately when she saw him. Mason paced to her side and kissed her cheek. "Good morning, Mum."His mother couldn't contain the excitement and joy that bubbled through her eyes. She glanced at him from his head to his sh
The door swung open, revealing a group of people Mason wasn't familiar with. Adam stood beside an older man in his seventies, and Mason assumed him to be his father, Mr.Hoston Morrison. His cranky old figure was in a branded suit, and Mason crunched his nose at the security men behind him."I said get me your father, Mr.Adam, not the entire security department," Mason said with a wave of pretentious anger crawling onto his face. Mason knew exactly what would happen the moment he boarded that elevator to the top floor, and he knew the company handover wouldn't go smoothly without the presence of his mother. Still, he had her signature, and he also wanted to test his authority without the help of his mother.Mr. Hoston's raging eyes panned at Mason, who would have been scared in the past, but right now, he waved the old man's gaze, pointing to the seat opposite him."Have a seat, Mr.Hoston," Mason said, his words increasing the old man's anger, who felt his pride was being stamped upon
Mr.Hoston frowns, placing the phone closer to his ear. "Good morning, Mrs.Audrey," he greeted, trying hard to keep his composure while Mason just sat and watched the scene. "Good morning Mr.Hoston, it's nice to hear from you. Is there an issue?" Audrey asked. "No, not at all," The old man smiled, turning to Mason. "Is that there is this imposter who claims to be the son of Mrs Williams and the CEO of the Sky Hotel and we all know Mrs.Williams doesn't have a son.""Do you mean, young master?" She asked, and Mr Hoston furrowed his brow. "The what?" he asked with a furrowed brow, turning to Mason, who now had a smirk."The young Master; Mason Williams is indeed the son of Mrs.Williams and is the heir of the Williams empire," she said, her words paralyzing the old, whose cranky figure was pale. "T…That I…Impossible," Mr Hoston stuttered, looking at Mason, who rose from his chair, moving towards the man who couldn't hold his phone as the revelation took a toll on him. "Father!" Adam r
After getting rid of the Hoston and handing them over to the police, the police were able to locate the account that Adam and his father used to launder money from the Hotel. Sixty per cent of the funds were recovered to the Hotel while the rest were spent on private property, which the Hoston bought for luxury. Mason glanced at the location of the properties. "Send this everything to my mail," Mason said to Billy, who nodded in response. After getting to know him and his family's condition, Mason allowed Billy to continue being his Secretary. The Hoston had promised to settle his mother's medical bills but didn't keep to their promise and even threatened to fire him. Billy became loyal to Mason, and he cleared his mother's bills."I need to go somewhere," Mason notified him. "Keep me posted if anything comes up." He glanced at his watch, which was already 9 am and from the school platform, he saw that his class was starting at 10 am, so he decided to drop by the campus on time. Af
"T…There is no need for security," Mr.Jude said, but Mason, wearing a hardened expression, ignored him. He already knew the basics of the situation and wanted to get to know both of them. The two massive security officers move toward Mr.Jude, making him fearfully shiver. He didn't know that today would be the day he would be caught with his scheming business."Mr.Mason, we're at your service," the security men said with a bowed head. Mason nodded in response."Please execute this man to the control room," he pointed at Mr.Jude, who stared from him to the two security personnel who approached him. Without yielding to Mr.Jude, they drag him to the control room. When they arrived, Mason nodded at Billy, who instructed the staff to search for the footage of Mrs.Francasca heading toward the VIP rooms. After a few minutes, they pulled out the video, containing Mrs.Francicas and a familiar figure sexually harassing her.The smile that crawled up Mason's lips was evident, and that alone sent
Mr.Oman froze his gaze at the screen. It was like his spirit left his body, leaving his face as pale as snow. Mason cleared his throat, dragging his attention from the screen. This moment fit into his perfectly planned for his expulsion letter to be revoked by the university."Mr.Oman," Mason called with a furrowed brow, covering his legs on the table. "Is there a problem?" Mason asked, pretending not to know why Mr. Oman was suddenly anxious. If this video was ever leaked out, it wouldn't only destroy his marriage and status, but he would also lose his job and respect."What do you think you're doing, Mason?!" The middle-aged man shrieked. "Delete this video at once!" he commanded. Mason laughed, surprised at how Mr. Oman expected him to follow his commands as if he were speaking to one of his students on the university grounds where his word meant power. Unknowingly to Mr.Oman, the ball was in Mason's court."And why will I do that? You are caught sexually harassing a hotel staff,"
With the manager gone, Fiona led the way into the building, assisted by the rhythmic click of her heels echoing against the polished floor. Behind her were Helen and Mason, who pulled his gaze from his watch to stare at Fiona leaning in to whisper something to Helen, who immediately lit up with a radiant smile and nodded enthusiastically, thrilled by whatever secret she had just shared.As they stepped into the expansive skating rink, closing the door behind them, the familiar lyrics of the music reverberated through the air, creating an infectious energy that contrasted with the chill of the surroundings. Along the spacious bar table was a female staff member, skillfully carrying out her task without glancing in their direction.Mason smiled as he glanced around the environment, recollecting his first time inside the building; the space was filled with both professional and learning skaters who had their hearts in their mouths as they glided across it. Above the ground is a dazzling
The manager, seeing Mason holding out his card, erupted into another round of laughter. He knew an average bank account would struggle to accommodate a single transaction of $100,000, let alone the staggering amount that Mason was now claiming he wished to pay.After laughing to his content, the manager wriggled his brown eyes across the black, and when he finally saw the distinctive inscription etched into the dark material before him, an unexpected wave of emotion surged within him. He felt a lump form in his throat, a mixture of surprise and disbelief, as he turned to Mason.“I…Is that a black card?!” The manager stammered, his mouth watered with confusion, as he fought the overwhelming urge to rub his eyes, hoping to clear the fog of uncertainty and confirm what he was seeing was real.Mason, with whom the question was directed, remained quiet, allowing the sound of reality to sink into the man.“How is that possible? You don't look—” the manager felt another lump automatically su
“Have some faith in your brother, Helen,” Mason said, faking a hurt expression. “I don't need to practice how to skate since I have a natural talent for it,” he grinned, maneuvering their way towards the other side of the park. Unlike the rest area of the park, surrounded by people and chaotic happiness, the building, which Mason assumed was meant for skating, stood empty and silent, prompting him to look up for any sign of life within its uninviting façade.“Are you sure we are in the right place?” Helen asked, her little brows knitting together as she surveyed the scene. "It looks deserted. Why is it so empty?" She asked, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Mason, who couldn't provide an answer to her question, tilted his head slightly toward the two men positioned near the entrance. The way they stood, broad-shouldered and alert, instantly sparked a sense of recognition. Their postures were rigid, exuding an air of authority, and he quickly deduced that they were not
A flurry of activity outside the windshield suddenly broke the lingering silence inside the car. Helen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, gazed in awe at the vibrant scene through the tinted glass, while her hands rested on the door that separated her from all the fun outside.“It's Aleric Dreamland!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with wonder as they fixated on the towering Ferris wheel that loomed against the vivid sky. From afar, they could hear the sounds of laughter and the screams of riders ascending into the air. “Holy cow!” Helen muttered, Peeling her eyes from the scene, she turned to Mason, who had already predicted her next question. “Are we going to the park? Are we going to ride the Ferris wheel?!” she inquired, her voice bubbling with eagerness, not leaving room for him to answer her first question.Mason let out a small laugh, then nodded his head. “Yes, princess, we are going to the Dreamland, and you can choose whatever activities you want to do today,” he r
As Mason approached the entrance to the fifth-grade iris classroom, two men in black suits, which he recognized as Helen's security guards, were sentinel outside the closed door. When they spotted him and the lady walking next to him, they instantly shifted their attention, performing a precise and synchronized bow that demonstrated both respect and discipline. Mason, without a word, returned their greeting with a firm nod. Ms. Telsa gently place her card on the door, and as the door slide open, the hushed murmurs of the classroom faded, and all eyes turned to the newcomers. A curious blend of surprise and interest filled the room, and the students dressed in their neat uniforms collectively directed their gaze from Ms. Telsa to the man who had interrupted their ongoing class.Mason, who wasn't expecting such a scene, instantly glanced at the watch before he navigated his gaze to the lady standing in front of the classroom.‘Are all the teachers in the school this young?’ He muttere
When she finally noticed Mason's gaze, she instantly let out a forceful smile then glance at her colleague before walking away to greet another parent. “Shall we?” The girl with tinted gray hair asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she nodded toward the entrance of the building. With a subtle yet confident gesture, she stepped forward, and Mason trailing behind her, commanded attention by his presence. They took a turn into the long hallway, and Mason's gaze dropped to her figure. Her long gray hair flowed down her back, catching the soft glow of the lobby lights and adding an ethereal quality to her appearance. The fitted uniform she wore clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her silhouette while remaining professional. Mason’s eyes were drawn to the way her tan skin glowed against the crisp fabric of her outfit, making it challenging to pinpoint her racial background. Each step she took made her movements almost dance-like as she navigated throu
“That's alright,” Mason replied with a casual smile, unfazed by the curious glances from those around them. With a fluid motion, he retrieved his phone from his pocket and tapped at the screen, which lit up, and exchanged numbers with them, sealing their brief conversation with a friendly nod. After a few warm goodbyes, he headed toward the administration building where his car was parked. Mason circled out of the parking lot and headed downtown Aleric City, navigating through the familiar streets lined up with shops and cafes, bustling with activities. After a few miles, he finally arrived at Heaven Institution, where Helen attended school.Keeping his promise to pick her up, Mason slowed down and navigated toward the elegant, modern building with its sleek glass facade. In front of the building, staff dressed in sharp formal wear gathered in the late afternoon light, and their polished shoes gleamed as they exchanged polite smiles and warm handshakes with the parents who had come t
After the test scores were announced and the dean of students exited the classroom, several chairs scraped against the floor as the students, still reeling from the shock of the results, slowly filed out in a somber group, reminiscing about the surprising twists of the test. At the back of the line, Mason and Jeremiah lingered, their expressions different from those of the others. Meanwhile, Mr. Hasatin stood at the front, his piercing gaze fixed on the two boys as if he could bore into their skulls with his eyes.In seconds, they confidently strode to the entrance of the faculty, capturing the attention of several pairs of watchful eyes. Rumors of their outstanding test score had rapidly spread throughout the university, creating an unmistakable buzz that refused to be ignored, and other students who didn't know who they were exchanged looks of curiosity.“Bro, I think I have become popular!” Jeremiah muttered, panning his eyes at the notifications popping up on his phone screen. Mas
“Austin,” Mr. Hasatin's voice resonated through the classroom, causing all the students to turn their attention to the front. The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and dread as he scanned his list of names before looking up at the boy, who sat frozen in his seat. Austin's gaze flickered nervously around the room before finally settling on Mr. Hasatin, whose expression was stern yet tinged with disappointment as he continued, “Your test score is 10 out of 100!” The words hung in the air, punctuating the silence and eliciting a wave of murmurs and gasps from the other students. Austin, who was short of words, quickly forced a lump down his throat as the reality of his test score slapped his face. More whispers from other shocked students emerged as they lingered their gaze on the boy who had never missed a class and was regarded as not only Mr. Hasatin’s disciple but the best student of his course. “Oh my God, I can't believe this!” A girl sitting in front of Mason excla