Clara Philips' voice was steady; she had to remain calm. "Don't rush. Head to the hospital right now. Mom knows someone there. Remember, don't let anyone else know!"

With cosmetic surgery being so advanced nowadays, even if one's face is truly disfigured, it can be repaired.

At that time, 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 calmed down, found sunglasses and a hat from the wardrobe, and put them on. She called her confidant. "Hello, come over now and take me to the hospital.

Don't ask why, just hurry!

Remember, don't let anyone see you!"

... 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

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 time, 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 time seeing this side of her, and he was more accustomed 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 demeanor, his gaze darkening with intensity as a fiery flicker shimmered 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 came 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 demeanor 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, lamenting 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 home, 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.

James meddled by randomly pawing at Mason Nightshade's keyboard, turning the orderly code into a series of gibberish.

Mason Nightshade's expression darkened.

James 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.