The event was meant for a qualified group of students from the engineering department, but somehow, an art student managed to pull some strings and was able to squeeze alongside the engineering department. Frederick, seeing Mason's expression, smiled and ran his finger through his hair, allowing the camera's flashes to glitter behind him. He pulled out his iPhone and car keys, then adjusted his sleeve to reveal his Patek wristwatch before stopping in front of Mason, who had his hand folded across his chest.At this point, most students' attention rested on him. “Oh, Mason, I thought you were rich? How can you come to a place like this with a mere taxi? Do you know where this is?” he asked, holding Mason's expressionless gaze, hoping his presence and luxurious lifestyle would intimidate him. Mason scans through Frederick's accessories before resting his gaze on his face. "This is the Williams Mansion; everyone knows where this is," he deadpans, adjusting his gaze to the background wh
Benedict cast a glance at her, then nodded for her to speak. Natalia cleared her throat and stepped forward, glaring at Mason before returning her attention to the instructor. “Concerning the names you're called, I think there was a mistake,” she said, pointing at the list in the instructor's hands.Benedict, with a knitted brow, quickly browsed through her list with confusion, and when she was unable to locate what Natalia was referring to, she adjusted her gaze from Mason to Natalia. “What do you mean by a mistake?” she asked. “Mason William isn't supposed to be on the list of the students getting the tour, please rectify the names before proceeding,” Natalia replied with confidence. Her statement resulted in murmurs roaming through the students, who curiously adjusted their gaze from Natalia to Benedict, caught off guard by her response. ‘Is this girl trying to get me fired!’ She muttered to herself.Mason, on the other hand, adjusted his gaze from the instructor to Natalia witho
With Benedict at the front of the line and Carl at the back, silence followed the group as they made their way to the east wing of the Willimas Museum. Students stare curiously at the men in black uniforms patrolling the premises with military-grade weapons. Just like their build, they all wore an intimidating aura, which made the students think twice and eradicated any thought of ever trespassing or breaking the rules. "Are those guns loaded?" a curious student inquired, his attention fixed on the M4 with one of the men. The girl walking next to him glanced in the direction of her friend before returning to the man, whose facial expression didn't give off a friendly vibe.“We better not find out,” the girl muttered, pulling at the boy's hand to catch up with the line.After a brief moment, they arrived at the building, which towered above their heads, holding the name and symbol of the Williams family. In front of the building were other museum staff who were also waiting for the ar
The presence of Benedict drew authority silencing the murmuring crowd, which adjusted their eyes from Cleopatra to the instructor, who furrowed her brow and said. “I believe we all know why we are here or do I have to give an orientation?” Benedict asked, her gaze specifying Natalia's direction. Natalia, forging innocent, adjusted her eye to her boyfriend who refused to utter any words to back her up. When she noticed Jacob wasn't ready to say anything she turned to the inspector and said. “It wasn't my fault, it was all Mason, why would you call out?” She defended, daggering her eye to Mason who had a grin on his lips.“It is true Instructor Benedict, Mason started the whole thing,” Flora chimed in backing up her best friend. Benedict was irritated by the intervention and turned to Flora “How shameless of you?!” Benedict retorted. “How is it his fault when you keep off someone you don't know?”Flora, hearing her words scoffed, then erupted into laughter. “Of course, we know Mason.
The atmosphere, which was once filled with enthusiasm and adventurous feelings from students, now lingered with silence and secret whispers, showing the groups' fears after discovering the value of most items in the museum. The student, not daring to go close, cautiously stepped away from the paintings and trailed behind their instructors, who led them to other sections of the building. Instructor Benedict noticed the students' suffocating mood, as they were unwilling to ask questions or go near any of the artifacts or displays. She stopped the tour in a section filled with delicate and fragile items, hoping to revive the student's lost eutheism. “I need someone to pick up that item,” she said, pointing to a transparent vase, which was displayed alongside other items. Her eyes scanned through the crowd, keeping a safe distance, and when none of the students were willing to step forward, she added. “There will be a reward at the end of today's event.” The student's eyes immediately
“What if I don't have a girlfriend? Can I still come?” Mason asked calmly. Cleopatra flickered a curious gaze at him, but before she could reply, Benedict's voice interrupted.“Gather around everyone,” she instructed, and the students who were scattered at various corners of the sections quickly clustered together to listen to the announcement. After headcounting everyone, Benedict glanced at her wristwatch before returning to the group. "We are taking a ten-minute break, and then we are going to assemble here for the last round." Please strictly adhere to the rules and regulations, and if you have any questions, please ask now before we go,” she said, and when nobody raised their hand. She nodded. “You can go for your break now.” The group hummed in unison before separating to carry out their various businesses.Mason wanted to approach Cleopatra and continue with their conversation, but the vibrating phone in his pocket caught his attention. Mason didn't want to answer the call in
Mason, wearing a confused expression, glanced from the device on the security man’s hand to his pocket, where the detector was placed. He knew what the red light signified, but he didn't want to believe it. “What do you have there?” The man asked, in a cold tone, just like the expression on his face. Mason, not waiting for the security man to empty his pocket, slid his hand into it and pulled out a diamond earring, sending a series of gasps and whispering throughout the room. Mason raised his gaze to the man. “What the hell is this?!” his voice thundered, showcasing his anger and confusion. The security, not responding, glanced at him with a frown. “What is your name, kid?” The man asked, making Mason furrow his brows at him. ‘Kid!’ Mason scoffed, with a hint the man was among the recruits of security who didn't know he was their boss.“Is this some kind of joke?!” Mason's voice thundered and silenced the whispers that spread through the room."It won't be a joke if you don't start
Instructor Benedict secretly waited for permission to proceed with the investigation. She turned to Mason, who slowly bobbed his head, giving her the go-ahead. Though he already knew who the thief was, he needed to prove his innocence to his colleague and punish the person who was trying to spit on his name by framing him for the crime. Without wasting any more time, Benedict and instructor Carl followed the security officials to the control room, where every activity inside and outside the Williams Private Museum was recorded and stored. Tension filled the atmosphere as silent whispers spread through the students, who constantly snapped their heads in the direction of the door, eagerly waiting for Instructor Benedict and the other staff to return with news to confirm the ongoing rumors. Some students who couldn't wait went as far as to place bets predicting who the thief was, and thanks to Flora's rumor spreading like wildfire, most bets were placed on Mason.“I know Mason to be str