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
A few minutes after Mason left the museum, the security staff was on high alert due to the incident, and every other activity like the tour was halted, and every student was instructed to make their way to the exit.“I can't believe that boy ruined my chance to explore the other part of the Williams Museum!” A girl grumbles, making her way to the exit. Her friend walking beside her shook her head with a disappointed expression.“Do you know people would kill to have the chance of exploring these walls, and yet ours was ruined by one greedy student?” “I wish he wasn't selected,” another girl said, showing her dissatisfaction. Fredrick, who was trailing behind the girls, wasn't interested in their conversation; rather, his attention was fixed on the figure ahead of him. He had been looking for an opportunity to get close to Cleopatra, and with Mason around, he couldn't get a chance with her. When he finally spotted Cleopatra, making her way out of the museum with the other students, h
The trip to the Williams Central Hospital was short. Just like Mason had predicted, the senior medical staff dressed in formal clothes stood waiting for his arrival in front of the hospital, and when they saw Mason's car, their eyes lingered on it, anticipating who it was.The black Bugatti stopped in front of the hospital, and Mason slid out of the driver seat, attracting the curious eyes that panned in his direction. The figure, whom he assumes to be the hospital's director based on the files his assistant sent him, was the first to step forward, bowing her head.“Good day, Mr. Williams. "My name is Valery Antonio; I am the director of the Williams Central Hospital," she said, introducing herself, and Mason shook her hand with a nod before averting his gaze to the man who stepped forward with his lips drawn into a thin smile.“It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Williams. My name is Akin, and I'm the chief of surgery,” the man said, stretching his hand for a handshake. “I am g
Mason slid into the seat at the head of the table, and the medical staff waiting for him to sit first proceeded to mirror his actions. Mason adjusted his gaze to his assistants, who walked into the room holding some documents and nodded at him to proceed. Billy moved around each seat, dropping papers containing the impromptu reason for the meeting. When they all read through them, the aftermath of the information left a stunned gaze on their faces. The director, who was also a doctor, raised her hand and glanced from the file to Mason.“Excuse me, sir, but if I read it right, you intend on starting a clinical trial for a brain tumor?” she asked, and even when she already knew what the answer was, Mason nodded his head. "Sorry, Mr. Williams, but this brain tumor isn't just any tumor; it has been ruled incurable; where does it derive its nickname as the death angel?” She continued, glancing at the medical staff, their expressions mirroring hers.“Dr.Valerie I already know what kind of
“You mean I would need the mind-reading ability to make the right decisions concerning the clinical trial?” he asked, and Emoji nodded his head.Mason, who had been curious about what the mind-reading ability would be like, stared at the screen, prompting a smile to appear on his lips. It was a win-win situation for him since he would not only be making the right decision, but he would also be able to use the ability to know the staff's thoughts concerning the clinical trial.By clicking on the screen, he swiftly activated the feature that instantly synchronizes with his body. Immediately, the hologram vanished, and the meeting proceeded as if nothing had occurred."Mr. Williams, to carry out this clinical trial, you would need the best neurosurgeon." If you don't mind, I would love to be the leading surgeon on it,” he said, and Mason raised his gaze to the man without a reply, and after a swift second, Dr. Akin's thought played in his head like loud music.He must be stupid to think