Mason's gaze slowly shifted to meet Drake. He could see fear that he never thought was in his vocabulary sinking deep in his eyes.Drake anticipated his reply to his question. "Not at all, I've never seen you before," Mason managed to say.Mason saw his tense shoulders drop in relief as he heard his reply. Drake's eyes studied him for what seemed like a minute before he looked back at Williams who could only watch. With a nod to Williams, he got into his car and it zoomed off.While Williams walked into the Hutton's mansion in his glory.Mason smirked, just as he thought and he was right. It looked like the almighty Williams Carter who Samantha is fighting tooth and nail to marry was just an ordinary puppet to his joke of a cousin, Drake.His thoughts of bringing hell down to each and every one of them made his return back here worth it, his lips quivering into a sly smile."What are you doing standing and smiling like the fool that you are?" Mason bounced out of his trance as Quinn'
Mason stood at a distance and watched Williams grace the floor towards the exit.It was quite obvious that Williams wasn't interested in Samantha, he was interested in him. A smirk crawled up Mason's lips, he couldn't wait to mislead Williams Carter. He had figured the culprit already, Drake should expect an August visit.Meanwhile back at Uncle Markus' household, an agitated Drake paced. He would every now and then look at his wrist to see the time.He was getting more and more anxious as the minutes went by.He dug his phone out from his back pocket and dialed the recent contact but this time it went straight to voicemail.Drake ruffled his hair in anger and frustration."Boss," a man dressed in black suit and neatly trimmed black hair approached Drake, but with caution.Drake was still drenched in sweat and anger when he heard the voice echo. He turned in fury, terror visible in his eyes."What?!" He roared without taking note of the second figure in the room.Drake's gazed swift
The next morning at Hutton's mansion, a loud alarm could be heard from the Annex servants rushing to assume their daily duties. A sleepy Mason stirred on the hard as rock bed as the alarm kept wailing. He wasn't ready to get up, not that he slept comfortably on such a bed but he hadn't slept on a wet bed last night, nor felt any wetness on his bed this morning. The head servant who never failed to hide his hatred towards Mason came banging Mason like he wanted to bring down the entire building."Ouch," Mason cried softly under his breath as he held onto one side of his head with a face squeezed in pain.The bang came again and this time, Mason sprang up from his bed, ready to behead the person who dared disturb him.He opened the door and before the door was completely opened, he was hugged by a heap of dirty smelly clothes."Wash those," the head servant's strong voice commanded.Mason had totally forgotten where he was. He thought he could sleep in like a king, only forgetting tha
They both sat comfortably in the living room of the Villa as Mason approached them.Even before he got close, he could already see Quinn's usual grumpy face as she began to curse at him from afar."Such a miserable man," she commented as she looked his way.Samantha, whose face was buried in her phone, looked up, her gaze swifty shifting to Mason who walked hurriedly towards that."I don't know what our old man was thinking when he pronounced this excuse of a man my husband," she said with distaste, not struggling to hide her hatred.Mason drew near and when he was near enough, he greeted with the most enthusiasm he could come up with."Good day Madam -" Quinn interjected."We've been waiting for three whole hours, Mason," she complained.Just then Sandra walked in. Dressed in short red dress that hugged the right parts of her body and exposed her slender legs.Upon seeing Mason, her brows furrowed."What is the no good man doing here Sam?" She questioned Samantha who was surprised to
Dave came in and everyone froze up. The wrath in his voice could bring a nine-story building down in a minute."Mom!" He cried out as invisible fumes came out of his ears."Sweetheart, what is the matter?" Quinn asked so tenderly."My room. My room Mom, it's filthy," he complained.Mason already knew this wouldn't end well and everything would fall back to him."Filthy? It can't be. I asked Roger to have all the rooms cleaned up," Quinn justified."Well my room is nothing close to being cleaned up," Dave said in turmoil."Roger!!" Quinn called out in irritation.Uncle Roger dressed in his always perfect white, came running towards the scene.Mason didn't know what to do. Whether he stayed or left was going to land him into trouble. So he just waited for everything to slowly unfold."Yes, Madam Quinn," he responded, brushing off his hands with a napkin.Quinn turned to him with a look of displeasure."How dare you go against my instructions?" She asked, clearly angry as the entire room
Mason got to Samantha's room and he knew he had been there before but coming into it now that his brain was on the right side of his head brought a distinct feeling to him. This was just how his sister's room was. Incredibly large and had more pink colors.His mind had wandered back to his little sister who wasn't as little as he thought anymore. His face lit up with a warm smile as he recollected her explanation of how she led his team in his absence.The aforementioned warm smile that was on his face perished as soon as his thoughts were filled with how she became his enemies' prey. "How dare you hurt my little girl, Drake?!" he spoke out between gritted teeth."Who are you talking to?" Samantha, who had seen him talking to himself, walked into the room. Mason, unbothered by her presence and still in anger, lowered his head, thinking of the cruelest way of vengeance. Now he had three people to avenge. His parents and his little sister. No, let's make that four people, himsel
It was already daybreak and Mason scarcely got any sleep. With the loud chattering and stomping of feet, he was forced to wake up.Grunting, Mason lifted his body from the stiff bed. After going through a brief session of stretching and yawning, he made his way toward the door.He opened up the door only to be met by lancing hazel eyes. Mason's orbs popped out as they saw whom those eyes were owned by."U-uncle Roger," Mason stuttered as he recalled what he saw. Uncle Roger who had a void expression on his face stood like he had not noticed the surprised look on Mason's face.Mason on the other hand thought that if he threatened to blackmail Uncle Roger, he might let him off the leash."Madam Quinn has requested your presence," Uncle Roger told sternly and Mason nodded, trailing behind him as they walked. Mason could already hear Quinn's voice, nearly bringing down the roofs and he knew it had everything single thing to do with him. "Here he is Madam Quinn," Uncle Roger said, motio
After back-and-forth arguments, Mason gave up eventually.Immediately they stepped out into the courtyard, the fiery sun shone on them and Mason felt every bit of it."The sun is scorching," Mason complained."Get to work," Uncle Roger said instead, ignoring Mason's remark.Demoralized, Mason threw the tools in his, gaining a look from Uncle Roger."This is all your fault, Uncle Roger! If I had not seen you that night, I would have completed my work!" he wailed. "Don't let me draw Madam Quinn's attention to you, you had better start working," Uncle Roger declared.Maybe it was time to get dirty, Mason thought. "Yes, then I'll let her know you have been f*cking someone in her home, " Mason lashed out. "I advised you to do what has been asked of you and not get involved in what has nothing to do with you," Uncle Roger warned, looking unconcerned. "I will -" Mason was interrupted."I don't care what you do with that little information. Make yourself useful and stop wasting my time