"Completely broken off?" Mason Nightshade asked.
His subordinate knew exactly what Mason meant and quickly replied, "It wasn't completely broken off at first, but later the guys helped him a bit more, and now he can't imagine doing that kind of thing anymore, probably even going to the bathroom is a hassle."
Mason let out a cold snort. "Take a photo and then let him go, spread the word that he's been castrated, and send the photo to his wife."
"I heard he doesn't have feelings for his wife, and they're in the middle of a divorce trial, stuck over asset division. This photo of yours really is a godsend," Grayson Quinn commented lightly.
Mason acted like he didn't hear him and stepped out.
Grayson smiled and followed behind him, then remembered something and turned back to hand something to the guard, pointing inside and whispering, "Inject him with this before you let him go."
Your own people you can bully.
But if others want to bully you? They're courting death.
Aurelia Shaw didn't expect to fall asleep in the yard while looking at her phone. Luckily it wasn't cold, she yawned lazily and walked back inside. As she passed the living room, out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar figure on the sofa and froze in surprise.
Blinking, she gazed dazedly at the unfamiliar man in front of her.
Grayson raised an eyebrow, also looking at her with interest.
Her face was small, her skin so fair and delicate it seemed like it could be pinched to make water come out. Her long hair, like seaweed, slightly curled, was casually draped over her shoulders, and since she was at home she wore a nightgown, which covered her knees, revealing her slender and even legs.
It seemed she'd been outside for too long, as her cheeks were slightly flushed from the sun, surprisingly giving her a hint of... cuteness.
So this is Mason's wife?
No wonder he's been so distracted these past few days, his real-life wife is a hundred times more beautiful than in photos.
"Sis-in-law, you're not photogenic," Grayson quipped with a mischievous smile.
Aurelia was taken aback.
Aurelia squinted, scrutinizing the man in front of her a bit. Though he was lounging lazily on the sofa, his slanted eyes sparkled alluringly, with a faint seductive smile on his lips, yet his gaze was as sharp as if he could see right through one's soul.
He had a similar aura to Mason, but was more... hmm... flamboyant.
"Are you looking for Mason? He shouldn't be home," Aurelia said calmly, instinctively feeling that this person wasn't someone she should spend much time with. She was thinking of an excuse to leave when Grayson said, "He's upstairs."
Grayson smiled, his smile too bright and enchanting.
"I came back with him," Grayson leaned forward, leaning closer to Aurelia, slightly raised his chin, and looked at her with deep, narrow eyes, "I've always heard about you, sis-in-law, but never had a chance to visit. Today I wished to see you, and you're much more beautiful in person than in photographs."
Aurelia raised an eyebrow.
Was this guy here to pick a fight?
Mason was upstairs, yet this person dared to flirt with her deliberately. Could he be a male Lillian White intentionally causing trouble?
"That's not much of a compliment for an actress," she said.
"I've watched the shows you've acted in, much better than that supporting actress. After watching, I became your fan, but unfortunately, Mason wouldn't give me your personal number. Sis-in-law, could you give me your phone number?" Grayson's slanted eyes gleamed with anticipation.