Clara Philips' voice was steady; she had to remain calm. "Don't rush. Head to the hospital right now. Mom knows soone there. Rember, don't let anyone else know!"
With costic surgery being so advanced nowadays, even if one's face is truly disfigured, it can be repaired.
At that ti, it's perfectly feasible to find an excuse to go abroad for a while and have the face fixed.
Upon hearing Clara Philips' words, Jovana Shaw cald down, found sunglasses and a hat from the wardrobe, and put them on. She called her confidant. "Hello, co over now and take to the hospital.
Don't ask why, just hurry!
Rember, don't let anyone see you!"
...
Aurelia Shaw closed the door, took her phone out of her pocket, the man on the screen was sharp-featured and composed, eyebrows slightly adjusted, lips curved in a reckless arc, his gaze sharp and tranquil, like a calm wolf.
The phone had been on video call the entire ti, so Mason Nightshade had heard everything that happened.
Aurelia Shaw casually tossed the phone aside, stripped off her clothes, and stepped into the bathroom.
She didn't think to offer Mason Nightshade an explanation for what had just happened; after all, it wasn't his first ti seeing this side of her, and he was more accustod to these things than she was.
The sound of running water quickly filled the air.
Mason Nightshade sat on the sofa, long legs crossed, slender fingers resting on his chin, exuding a lazy and charming deanor, his gaze darkening with intensity as a fiery flicker shimred in the depths of his pupils.
He half-closed his eyes and picked up another phone, "Erase all the corridor surveillance videos from X hotel tonight."
Once he gave that order, he hung up the call, focusing "seriously" on the screen as his fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard.
...
After showering, Aurelia Shaw ca out, glanced at the video call still ongoing, and took out a set of pajamas from her suitcase, putting them on.
She picked up her phone and lazily laid down on the sofa.
"Have you seen enough?" Aurelia Shaw teased with a soft laugh.
Mason Nightshade didn't blush; instead, he proudly curled his lips, "Move the video down a bit more."
Aurelia Shaw obliged by adjusting the angle, noting his calm deanor while his ear tips turned even redder. "Do you have a lot of work?" she smiled amusedly.
"Yeah." About his work, Mason Nightshade couldn't share much with her.
"Was today exhausting?" Mason Nightshade asked.
"The shoot was long, so I'm a bit tired. But there's no pressure regarding the role; today's scene was quite simple." She didn't have to pretend to be strong in front of Mason Nightshade.
She lazily stretched, yawned, looked at him with tear-filled red eyes, and tapped her back, lanting that her arms were too short to reach.
"My waist is so sore."
She was being coy.
When Mason Nightshade was with her, at night, when she got ho, he would always help her massage her waist.
Although later, the massage would often turn into another type of "massage."
A white figure jumped onto Mason Nightshade's keyboard.
Jas ddled by randomly pawing at Mason Nightshade's keyboard, turning the orderly code into a series of gibberish.
Mason Nightshade's expression darkened.
Jas lifted his expensive chin, blue eyes gazing at Mason Nightshade as if provocatively saying: You foolish human, now you know my prowess.
Mason Nightshade's forehead twitched.
This damn cat, is it actually a dog? It knows how to flaunt under its owner's command.
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