Aurelia smiled a bewitching smile, raised her hand, and tapped Mason Nightshade's face twice with her delicate fingers. Mason's senses were momentarily blurred, vaguely aware that her fingers suddenly curled, and her nails swiftly scratched.
Mason winced in pain and wiped with his hand, seeing bloodstains on his fingertips. He raised his eyes to glimpse the woman's bright and seductive gaze, her chin slightly lifted, boldly looking at him.
Truly not taking a loss.
Mason smiled dotingly.
Aurelia's vengeful spirit vanished the moment she saw the smile at the corner of the man's mouth, suddenly losing the thrill of revenge, she turned and walked into the bathroom to wash up.
After washing her face, she turned and was about to walk out, but caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, noticing a small red mark on her neck, her almond-shaped eyes instantly sparked with anger.
Mason Nightshade!
That bastard actually bit her neck like this!
No wonder Viscount Zhou turned and left when he saw her earlier.
Aurelia found a lace choker and tied it on, luckily the red mark was small and just enough to cover.
She went downstairs, her slightly cold gaze swept around but didn't see Mason Nightshade. She glanced towards the dining room and saw Mason Nightshade and Viscount Zhou dining together.
Ursa Miller stood beside them, attending to them.
"Young Madam," Ursa called as she saw Aurelia approaching.
With Ursa present, Aurelia found it inconvenient to settle scores with Mason and pulled out a chair to sit down, reminding her in a calm tone, "There is no Young Madam here."
Ursa realized she had promised the Young Madam she'd change the way she addressed her, yet forgot so quickly.
I must have a wooden head!
"Sister Aurelia, I'm sorry, I—I forgot again. I'll go get you some soup." Ursa turned to the kitchen and brought a bowl of soup for Aurelia.
"You sit down and eat too," Aurelia said as she took the soup. Seeing Ursa hesitantly glance at Mason Nightshade, Aurelia briefly pondered and then understood, saying blandly, "There aren't so many rules here. You just need to listen to me; you don't need to pay attention to anyone else's expressions. While you're eating and drinking here, do you still want my servant to serve you? If you want to eat, go help yourself."
Viscount Zhou and Mason Nightshade both stiffened slightly. Mason glanced at Ursa, then at Aurelia, his eyes reflecting gentle amusement, but said nothing, continuing to drink his soup.
Ursa, seeing this, pulled out a chair nearby and sat down.
Buzz buzz—
Mason Nightshade's phone rang. He glanced at it and answered, his voice calm and steady, "Yeah, I'm at Cloud Pavilion Garden, come pick me up here."
"Got it."
"Schedule the meeting with Mr. Sun for ten o'clock, and I'll make other arrangements."
Viscount Zhou discreetly noted the other's precise speaking manner, secretly feeling the gap compared to his own life of leisure and play, a sense of disparity arising again.
Aurelia, meanwhile, didn't pay attention to the two of them, habitually taking out her phone to browse entertainment news. Eleanor Spencer had landed an ad for KL, the largest international brand!
She remembered that Eleanor Spencer had relied on this advertisement to break into the fashion circle, becoming a darling in various competitions, and later using the mythological film "Divine Son" to become a top movie star, swiftly rising to the position of Best Actress thanks to a skilled agent.
Everything had been brought forward.
If her memory served, this all started a year later, yet now suddenly it had come ahead of time...
Had her appearance truly influenced so many changes?
Could it make Eleanor Spencer willing to sell her body to gain all this?
Then, would Mason Nightshade also change?
Aurelia looked at Mason Nightshade, her gaze lingering momentarily on his sharp profile. He was on the phone, his conversation steady and meticulous. Sensing her gaze, he glanced up at her.
Mason's originally serious dark eyes overflowed with a doting smile the moment they met hers.