"Then I'll call home and say I'll be staying here tonight." Ursa said, taking out her phone to call home as she walked out.
Aurelia closed her eyes for a moment, resting a bit when suddenly the phone rang. She glanced at it, her eyes darkened slightly. Just before it automatically hung up, she extended her fair, slender hand to swipe and answer the call.
"What is it?" Her voice was cold, without any emotion.
Audrey on the other end was stunned, her eyes turning viciously cold. This girl was increasingly ignoring her!
"Come to the Glamour Club tonight."
The tone wasn't suggestive; it was a straightforward notification. After speaking, she hung up the phone.
Aurelia looked at the date on the phone, her eyes deepened. Some things had changed, while others seemed engraved in the path of life, unchangeable, .
"Madam, do you need me to make dinner for you now?" Ursa's voice came as she stood respectfully beside the sofa, asking.
Aurelia's thoughts were pulled back. She casually tossed the phone aside and nodded, muttering an acknowledgment. Ursa turned around to busy herself in the kitchen, and Aurelia got up to head to the bedroom, "I'll take a nap first. Wake me up when it's ready."
"Okay." Ursa replied.
Mason returned home after finishing work at the company. He glanced around, feeling that the house was quieter than usual, missing a certain calming presence.
"Where's Aurelia?" Mason handed his coat to the servant and asked casually.
"Young Madam, she..." The servant averted their eyes, stammering, unsure of what to say.
Mason narrowed his eyes, his deep, cold gaze scrutinizing the servant, his voice lowered, "What about Young Madam?"
"Young Madam..." The servant bent over, struggling to speak. Suddenly, Mason snapped in a cold voice, "Speak!"
The servant flinched in fear, nearly kneeling on the ground, hurriedly recounting the day's events, "The madam came this afternoon and argued with Young Madam, then... drove her out."
"What!" Mason's eyes filled with a chilling intent, his voice sinking, "Who gave her that authority? Who else came over?"
"Miss Eleanor came with madam too." The servant replied truthfully, thinking for a moment, then added, "Miss Isabel dropped by too, but she just left some soup and then left."
Mason let out a cold laugh.
Those two clearly didn't heed his morning warning at all.
"Eleanor Spencer, I think she's had enough!" Mason pulled out his phone and dialed a number, ordering sternly, "Suspend all of Eleanor Spencer's activities. Resume only when I say so."
"Yes, boss." Gustavo Yates, although unaware of what Eleanor had done to provoke the boss, understood from the boss's tone that Eleanor had really crossed a line this time.
That woman just kept courting trouble.
Then Mason called Aurelia's phone, surprisingly it wasn't turned off!
He waited quietly as the phone rang, but no one answered. He called again, still no answer. Thе саnоniсаl sоurсе fоr this соntеnt: М|V|L2ЕМРYR.
Was it because she didn't hear it, or was she deliberately not answering his call?
In any case, it reassured him more than if she had turned off her phone, because she hadn't completely denied him the opportunity to explain, like she'd already sentenced him.
"Grayson, help me check Aurelia's phone location." Mason dialed Grayson Quinn's phone. His voice sounded a bit anxious.
Grayson, who had fled the office earlier, was lounged leisurely on the hotel balcony's wicker chair, holding a wine glass in one hand, savoring a drink. Hearing Mason's tone, noticeably different from his usual calmness, piqued his interest.