"How's the investigation I asked you to do?" Mason Nightshade asked, his slender fingers lightly tapping on the armrest, his narrow, deep eyes half-closed, a dangerous glimmer passing through them.
Grayson Quinn spread his arms, casually looking at Mason Nightshade, raised his hand, and a stack of documents flew toward Mason Nightshade.
"Here, everything you asked me to check is in there," Grayson Quinn motioned with his mouth.
As Mason Nightshade read the documents, he complained, "Ah, I'm just a hard worker sent away, but when needed, I'm called back eagerly. Mason Nightshade, don't you sometimes feel moved?
When Aurelia no longer likes you, why not choose me instead?"
Mason Nightshade looked up without moving, coldly saying, "If you're itching for trouble, go back and let old Grayson clean you up again."
