Mark Campbell looked at him. "Master Night, do you always…do shady things without bothering to avoid an audience?"

Mason Nightshade hooked up one corner of his mouth in a lazy, wicked smirk. "Heard you guys just brought in a batch of goods from Southeast Asia? Things aren't exactly peaceful over there."

Mark Campbell's expressionless face finally darkened.

Mason's mood suddenly shot up; the corners of his lips were smiling, but his voice was anything but friendly. "Some things you really shouldn't touch. Best not to. Otherwise, who knows what the consequences might be, right?"

...

Aurelia Shaw walked out of the restroom and, unexpectedly, ran into someone she knew.

Nico Spencer and a young woman got out of the car one after the other and went into a nearby hotel.

Aurelia's peach-blossom eyes narrowed, her red lips curving in a smile.

What else can a man and a woman do going into a hotel?

They don't even have enough people to play cards.

Eleanor Spencer had only been locked up in the psych ward for a few days, and Nico was already sneaking off to a hotel with his mistress to get a room, and in broad daylight too.

Looks like because of Eleanor's situation, Cymbeline Jennings can't satisfy Nico in bed anymore.

What a stupid woman.

If it were her, if her daughter had been framed and thrown into a mental hospital, she'd cling to that man with everything she had and then slowly, bit by bit, drain him dry. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Everything she got would be used to take revenge on the people who hurt her daughter.

Cymbeline doesn't even know how to hold on to her last bit of leverage. Stupid and pathetic. How did someone like her manage to raise a scheming daughter like Eleanor Spencer?

Aurelia snapped a couple of photos with her phone, pulled up the anonymous email in her contacts, and sent them off—"Forward to Cymbeline Jennings."

Back then, when she was being destroyed, this couple pulled plenty of strings. She'd died so miserably; of course she had to pay them back properly.

"What are you looking at?" A cold voice sounded behind her.

Aurelia paused for a second, then turned around with the same careless, stunning smile on her face. "Nothing much. You finished eating, Young Master Chen?"

Mark glanced in the direction she'd just been looking, only catching sight of two disappearing figures. He gave her a small nod. "Yeah."

Mason walked over and wrapped an arm around Aurelia's waist. "Young Master Chen couldn't stomach that kind of food. Took a few bites and gave up. I was worried his stomach would act up, so I came out to check on him."

Aurelia secretly glared at Mason and pinched his waist, signaling him to rein it in a little.

Still smiling, she said to Mark, "Then I won't see you off, Young Master Chen."

She squatted down and pinched Little Bun's cheeks, the softness in her eyes completely genuine. "Go home, take a shower, and rest right away, hear me? No running around, okay?"

Little Bun nodded, paused for a moment, then grabbed Aurelia's hand, hooked his pinky around hers, sealing the deal with a childish "contract."

Aurelia couldn't help but burst out laughing.

If this weren't a restaurant and she wasn't afraid of too many people recognizing her, she would definitely scoop Little Bun up and steal a few more kisses.

She gave Mark a nod; Mark nodded back, turned and left. Little Bun trotted beside him, barely keeping up with his stride.

Watching the two of them get into the car, Aurelia frowned and muttered, "Why do I feel like Young Master Chen doesn't act like a dad at all?" What kind of father doesn't even hold his own son's hand?

Though, she'd never heard he was married. So Little Bun's mother is probably…

Her wrist tightened; Aurelia was yanked forward by a sudden force, and she stared, baffled, at Mason's back.

Mason shoved Aurelia into the car, slammed the door behind them, then leaned over her, pressing her down as he bit her lips. "You're not allowed to look at other men."

"..." Jealous again?

This wolf she'd raised sure was ridiculously easy to rile up.