Red envelope?
Mason Nightshade wasn’t on Weibo, so he didn’t understand these things. He flipped through the rules of Weibo, casually browsed for two minutes, and understood it, generously sending out a 20,000 yuan red envelope.
A large group of night owls attracted by money quickly followed him, just in case the big shot sent another red envelope soti.
The next day, Mason Nightshade’s extravagant spending at an auction to woo his girlfriend made headlines in both business and entertainnt sections, with lots of envious comnts below.
There were also boastful comnts saying, "Now I know why Aurelia Shaw hasn’t made her relationship public. It would make all the single guys unable to find a husband! I refuse to accept that Aurelia Shaw is married."
Mason Nightshade saw the news, the corners of his mouth lifted. Although the diamond was sold, he was in a good mood. After all, he sold it to her, and if she didn’t like it, there was no use in keeping it.
Aurelia Shaw, on the other hand, didn’t have much emotional fluctuation, thinking: If they knew I already contacted a buyer to resell the pink diamond at a high price, they’d probably go crazy and break down.
Another news headline read: "Young Night responds: Nathan Johnson? Who’s he? Don’t know him."
This also beca a hot search on Weibo. Nathan Johnson, who was recently controversial, now beca a laughing stock for netizens. Nathan angrily watched the online insults about him, smashing his computer, ordering his tech departnt: "You must delete all these posts and ban all those mocking on Weibo!"
However, the tech staff at the Johnson Family’s company worked all day, and with troubled faces said, "Mr. Johnson, soone more important from above contacted Weibo headquarters, and they won’t delete the posts.
"Ah!" Nathan was so angry he started smashing things, clenching his fists in fury, his eyes burning with anger, thinking to himself: Mason Nightshade! Aurelia Shaw! I’ll make sure you two won’t get away with this!
During breakfast, Albert called, wanting to invite Aurelia Shaw out. Before she could agree, a hand snatched her phone first.
Mason Nightshade pressed the hang-up button.
She furrowed her brow.
Mason Nightshade said calmly, "You promised you’d go sowhere with today."
Mystical and secretive, what was he up to?
Although confused, Aurelia Shaw didn’t refuse him. Riding in his car, they arrived at a secluded estate. As soon as they got out, a fragrant scent filled the air, the garden was full of roses.
How much does the owner of this house love flowers?
Walking around the garden, they arrived in front of the house. It was a two-story villa with a large open balcony facing the flower-filled garden.
A person was sitting on the balcony, seriously focused on a canvas. Her eyes moved earnestly between the canvas and the scenery, occasionally falling on the palette, her long hair casually tied up in a low bun. Her looks weren’t that exceptional, but she had a subtle and elegant aura that was quite captivating.
This aura made people feel comfortable, and Aurelia Shaw suddenly understood why Mason Nightshade brought her here.
That day, what Albert said, he had taken it to heart.
Thinking of sothing, Aurelia Shaw turned to look at him, her eyes complex. Before he turned back to et her gaze, she shifted her focus to the woman on the balcony.
The woman had already looked away from the canvas, her eyes soft as she gazed at them. Her brows and eyes were gentle, not as vividly beautiful as Aurelia Shaw’s, more like a quiet stream, not stunning, but comforting.
She set down her paintbrush and walked over, casually dressed in a comfortable outfit. She glanced at her for a mont, smiled at the corner of her lips, "You must be Aurelia Shaw? Co with ."
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