Gustavo Yates blocked the car in front, causing it to lose control and crash into the roadside flower bed.
He opened the car door and was montarily stunned to see the person inside bleeding from the head.
Turning his head, he gave Mason Nightshade, who was walking over, a complex look, "Boss, she..."
Mason Nightshade also saw the person inside.
His eyes instantly shot out a cold light.
The corners of his lips curled into a sinister, cruel arc.
Eleanor Spencer.
This woman, no matter what, always brings him trouble.
"Nico Spencer’s phone."
Gustavo Yates imdiately understood, quickly found Nico Spencer’s number, dialed it, and handed the phone to Mason Nightshade.
Mason Nightshade took it, and hearing the voice on the other end, he spoke in a deep, dangerous tone, "Nico Spencer, your daughter really knows how to cause trouble for . She actually followed all the way here. Since you can’t teach your daughter properly, I’ll help you teach her."
"M- Mason, what happened?" Nico Spencer sensed sothing was wrong from Mason Nightshade’s voice.
Before the words were finished, Mason Nightshade hung up the phone.
He imdiately instructed his secretary to check if Eleanor Spencer was in the hospital.
...
Eleanor Spencer groggily awoke, opening her eyes to see a tall figure standing before her, talking on the phone.
It was Mason Nightshade.
She stumbled out of the car, "Mason, you’re mine, you’re my... Mason..."
Before she could get close, Gustavo Yates pinned her to the ground.
Half her face pressed against the road, newly iced over since evening, and as soon as her face touched it, her skin stuck, causing Eleanor Spencer to scream in pain.
Aurelia Shaw looked at her, eyes cold.
Eleanor Spencer also saw her, and upon eting her cold, disdainful gaze, a fire surged in her heart. Why did she look at her that way, what right did she have? Who was she! Mason was hers; she knew Mason first, and in the entertainnt industry, she’d trampled Aurelia beneath her feet. With excellent upbringing, what did this wild woman have that could compare to her!
What right did she have to look at her with those eyes!
Eleanor Spencer’s eyes were bloodshot, and she frantically broke free from Gustavo Yates’s restraint, lunging at Aurelia Shaw.
She seed oblivious to the pain on her face; blood stread down her neck, staining her hospital gown, making her look like a ntally deranged madwoman.
"Ah—!" A scream pierced the crowd.
Soone had already recognized her, secretly filming with their phone.
They hadn’t expected Eleanor Spencer to be so crazed, ripping the flesh from half her face without feeling anything.
The skin was hanging from her face, leaving half her face a bloody ss, like sothing out of an apocalypse.
Just.
Eleanor Spencer hadn’t gotten close to Aurelia Shaw when Mason Nightshade kicked her away, looking down at her as if she were garbage, his eyes filled with murderous intent and coldness.
The crowd gasped audibly.
Wasn’t it said that n cherish soft and gentle won?
Though kicking her away felt satisfying, the scene was too overwhelming, leaving them in shock.
"Damn! Online rumors are such nonsense; what woman? She’s just a madwoman," soone shouted.
Other voices soon followed.
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