Being stared at by those eyes that have already lost their warmth, Elliot Morris chuckled nervously and took a step back: "I didn’t say anything."
Mason looked at him deeply, then withdrew his gaze, saying nothing.
Elliot Morris originally intended to leave, but suddenly remembered something: "Boss, there’s something I need to tell you."
Mason glanced at the two people already seated at the dining table, then looked back at Elliot Morris: "What is it?"
"It’s just that, the little master from the Green Family seems like he isn’t a servant of the Green Family, uh, the little master of the Green Family." He shared his speculation.
Mason’s brows furrowed slightly, seemingly also a bit surprised by this matter.
The little thing is the Green Family’s little master?
His brows furrowed deeply, looking at the boy smiling cheerfully beside the elderly person. In these days, he had gained some weight on his face, yet he still appeared so thin and frail, not to mention that initial malnourished look.
The Green Family in Brocade City is considered a small wealthy family, but at that time Bella Green seemed nothing like a rich heir.
Suddenly, he remembered last time, Bella Green seemed to enter the house through a side door?
Finally, what emerged in his mind was the image of the boy’s face, red and swollen from being beaten.
So, that slap came from someone in the Green Family, also from his parents...
Mason’s face grew darker and more terrifying, as if a cold aura materialized and spread from him, forming a dark, thick vortex where falling into it meant either death or injury.
Elliot Morris quickly retreated several steps, afraid of being caught in it.
At the same time, his heart was sweating. Even if Bella Green is a child of the Green Family, the boss’s reaction is too extreme, as if he really considers him his own brother?
"Boss, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back first." Staying might cost him his life.
"Is the Green Family that small construction materials company?" Mason suddenly asked.
Elliot Morris froze for a moment, although the Green Family barely counts as a wealthy family, in Brocade City they don’t stand out, and he genuinely didn’t know what they did.
But what shocked and surprised him was that his busy boss should know what the Green Family does?
"I’ll look into it when I return." Elliot Morris felt awkward.
Mason shot him a cold glance, as if looking at an incompetent minister.
Elliot Morris felt his back almost drenched in sweat: "I’ll check as soon as I get in the car and send it to you."
Mason still said nothing, yet he withdrew his gaze, walking towards the dining room.
Elliot Morris breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took out his phone, fiddling with it as he headed out the door.
In the dining room, there was a pleasant atmosphere. Bella Green said something that made Mrs. Bennett laugh heartily.
Listening to that laughter, Mason couldn’t help but curl his lips slightly, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
After the meal, Bella Green intended to leave but was held back by Mrs. Bennett, who refused to let him go, acting cute and pretending to be pitiful, truly giving him a glimpse of what a real drama queen is...
Thinking about going back only to be interrogated by the Green Family, he simply agreed to stay.
Anyway, being here was much more relaxing than being at the Green Family.
In the guest room bathroom.
Bella Green was taking a shower, pondering what sort of accusation Anna Green might use against him once she returns.
The sound of running water, coupled with his thoughts, isolated all the knocking and questioning from the outside.
Mason stared at the bathroom door, his brows slightly furrowed. He had just called out Bella Green’s name several times without a response and had entered the bedroom himself.
Thinking about the information Elliot Morris had sent earlier, his face darkened a bit. Could it be that this little thing was hiding inside crying?
Thinking this, his eyes flashed with worry, he strode over to twist open the bathroom door.
However, the scene that greeted him forced the words back down his throat...