"How's the investigation I asked you to do?" Mason Nightshade asked, his slender fingers lightly tapping on the armrest, his narrow, deep eyes half-closed, a dangerous glimr passing through them.
Grayson Quinn spread his arms, casually looking at Mason Nightshade, raised his hand, and a stack of docunts flew toward Mason Nightshade.
"Here, everything you asked to check is in there," Grayson Quinn motioned with his mouth.
As Mason Nightshade read the docunts, he complained, "Ah, I'm just a hard worker sent away, but when needed, I'm called back eagerly. Mason Nightshade, don't you sotis feel moved?
When Aurelia no longer likes you, why not choose instead?"
Mason Nightshade looked up without moving, coldly saying, "If you're itching for trouble, go back and let old Grayson clean you up again."
Grayson Quinn shivered, knowing if the president hadn't personally intervened, he wouldn't have returned this ti, and imdiately conceded. Yet, he couldn't resist murmuring quietly, "If you're unwilling to be the bottom one, I can reluctantly take that role."
"Pfft!" Gustavo Yates, who had just entered, almost choked on his saliva upon hearing this, thinking to himself, Grayson definitely swings that way.
"Little Gustavo~" Grayson Quinn squinted his eyes and beckoned with his finger, "Co here."
Gustavo Yates shook his head like a rattle.
"I order you as your officer, co here!" Grayson Quinn's voice turned slightly stern.
Grayson Quinn looked toward Mason Nightshade for help, but the latter was engrossed in the docunts, believing the assistant could calm the military spirits, which was quite good.
Gustavo Yates slowly moved over, and Grayson Quinn tugged his arm, pinning him down, a wicked smile playing at his lips near Gustavo's ear: "Haven't seen in a while, miss ?"
"Knock knock!" The sound of knocking ca, and Junia Simpson pushed the door open.
"Mason." Junia Simpson noticed the two on the sofa, furrowing her eyebrows but kept her tone light and calm, saying, "Quite the leisurely interest."
Then, she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture.
"Ah ah ah!!!" Gustavo Yates was about to go crazy, quickly saying to Junia Simpson who was fiddling with her phone, "Instructor Junia, it's not what you think, quickly delete the photo, and don't post it in the group!"
He didn't want to be canceled by the old comrades in the military.
"You're finished." Junia Simpson showed a "regretful" expression.
Gustavo Yates was utterly desolate.
Grayson Quinn succeeded in teasing, curling his lips, finally releasing his pent-up frustration.
He got off the sofa and leaned on Junia Simpson's shoulder, reaching for her phone, "Let see what the group is saying."
Junia Simpson's body stiffened, subtly avoiding Grayson Quinn's hand, coolly tucking the phone back into her pocket, "Don't you have your own phone? Check your own."
"Stingy." Grayson Quinn let go and pulled out his phone from his pocket.
Junia Simpson lowered her dark eyes slightly.
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The next day, Aurelia Shaw arrived near the cinema, she was sitting in the car and received a call from Mason Nightshade, "Where are you?"
Aurelia Shaw curled her lips, looking around, "There's a car parked on the roadside." Paused, adding, "The one you gave ."
Mason Nightshade's lips curled up, "Get out."
Aurelia Shaw donned a scarf and hat, and got out of the car. This ti she didn't wear a mask, her long, seaweed-like hair spread out, shielding her delicate and enchanting face, a black coat, and a khaki scarf covering half her face, with high heels beneath her feet.
Mason Nightshade watched as his woman walked over from the opposite side of the road, the sound of her heels "click-clacking" on the pavent, warming his cold lips into a gentle, indulgent smile. He started walking quickly, and as Aurelia Shaw looked around to find him, he hugged her from behind.
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