The Despised Son-in-law Is A Mafia Boss

Chapter 53

The chair revealed Mason dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, he leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed casually over the other.

He reclined comfortably, his fingers idly tapping the armrest, and his gaze was fixed directly on the two men who stood before him, their expressions frozen in disbelief.

William, his voice trembling, finally managed to speak. "You... you were here the whole time?"

Mason's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile as he replied, "Yes, I was. It's always interesting to see what people say when they think no one is listening."

Drake recomposed himself, trying to play it cool but deep down he was terrified.

"What are you doing here, Mason? Shouldn't you be.." he looked him dead in the eye, "at least six feets below the ground?"

Mason raised an eyebrow, "aren't you happy to see me, hm?"

Drake rolled his eyes, fear building up inside him, "I want you out of here."

Mason stood up, his hands hurried into his pockets as he looked at the books on the bookshelf