Grayson Quinn sat in the driver's seat, his legs crossed over the steering wheel, yawning several tis from exhaustion.
This shaless man, Mason Nightshade, ordered Junia Simpson to drag him back in the middle of the night, almost embarrassing him in front of that tomboy Junia. Not only that, but halfway through the drive, he called again saying there was an important mission, making them turn back.
This! So-called! Important! Mission! — Was just to spy on his own wife?!
If he could take him in a fight, he would definitely grab the man by the collar and beat him up good to vent his anger.
This man is abusing his power for personal gain, he should report him to Mr. President!
Grayson Quinn roared internally, while a shrewd-looking woman sat in the front passenger seat, Junia Simpson, who showed no emotion. Although she was also surprised that the Major General would behave this way for a woman, as a soldier, she knew better than to question it.
She stole a glance at the screen, her eyes revealing surprise — Is that the sister-in-law?
She's... really beautiful.
"Hey, Mason, isn't this too shaless of you? Does your wife know how perverted you are?" Grayson Quinn grumbled discontentedly.
Finally understood why Aurelia Shaw would divorce him.
If anyone had to live with such a pervert, they'd get a divorce.
Mason Nightshade didn't even bother lifting his eyes, his tone calm and unruffled, yet with a hint of boastfulness, "She has known for a long ti and is quite used to it."
"..."
Damn! What kind of answer is that? No wonder the sister-in-law doesn't want you! Only blind won in the forces would fall for a jerk like you.
Grayson Quinn vented sarcastically in his mind, secretly taking out his phone, just about to send a ssage to Aurelia Shaw, when a chilly, deep voice suddenly rang out from behind.
"Junia, confiscate his phone."
"Yes!" Junia complied.
"Do you have eyes on top of your head?" Grayson Quinn complained.
Mason Nightshade said calmly, "If Aurelia finds out about this, you better stay over there in Southeast Asia and not co back."
Although he returned with a retired status, the President was unwilling to give up such a military genius and feared he might be recruited by other forces, so he special-approved his retirent while retaining his military authority. So, even while in business, he still had control over the military affairs.
If the President didn't trust him completely, he wouldn't have given him such power; after all, in the business world, once you have control over governance, it's smooth sailing. Official source is novel(ꜰ)ire
The old man probably predicted this and called him back.
Mason Nightshade didn't care about this and didn't want to get involved in power struggles.
Being scolded, Grayson Quinn was in a bad mood, his speech also sarcastic, "Are you just going to stand by and watch your wife get bullied? I don't think that woman is nice; she'll cause trouble for the sister-in-law sooner or later. I wonder who she's on the phone with. Do you need to take care of her for you?"
Mason Nightshade knew what Grayson Quinn was thinking, probably feeling down and wanting to vent.
"No need," he said indifferently, a wicked grin tugging at his lips, his tone laced with indulgence and pride, "Those small roles are no match for my wife; she can handle it on her own easily."
"I'll wait until my wife is tired of beating them up and help her massage her hands."
"Don't you see? Now you know what I've been suffering these inhuman tornts for, right?" Grayson Quinn tried to draw Junia into an alliance, hoping she'd join him in mocking Mason Nightshade.
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