MASONCHAPTER 151Ana sat by her grandfather's hospital bed, sipping from a glass of water. Mason stood awkwardly beside her, unsure of what to say or do in this situation. They had come to visit Ana's grandpa, who had been hospitalized for a few days now. Ana's grandfather had always been a jolly old man, but now he seemed a little more subdued.As Ana took a sip of water, she suddenly choked on it and spat it out. Mason froze in shock, not knowing what to do. Ana's grandfather chuckled at the scene and then turned to Mason. "Is she your girlfriend?" he asked, winking mischievously.Mason's eyes widened in surprise. He had not expected such a direct question. He stumbled over his words and tried to explain that they were just friends, but Ana cut him off. "Grandpa, is that all you can think about?"Her grandfather looked a little taken aback but then replied, "Well, why wouldn't I think of that? You've decided not to marry, and Mason looks strong and eligible. I'd like him to be your

MASONCHAPTER 153A few days later, Ana's grandfather was discharged. Despite Ana's persuasion he still decided to stay in his old house saying it held so much memory he didn't want to let go off.Ana had no choice but to let him be. For the next few days Ana was so preoccupied with her plans on how to get the president that she had neglected her work until her PA drew her attention to the fact that the stock price was dropping. She had to choice than to let go and get back to building her business. None of these he told Mason, because he wasn't aware of her plans and she did not want him to fund out. Ana had been feeling increasingly stressed and anxious for the past few days. She had been working long hours and had barely been able to get any rest. As she lay down in bed one night, she closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing thoughts.Suddenly, Ana felt a strange sensation wash over her. It was as if her body was being pulled into a vortex, and she was losing touch with realit

MASONCHAPTER 155The sun had set on the small village, and the jubilation from earlier in the day had died down, leaving a few of the elders gathered in a dimly lit room, deep in discussion. The prophesied savior had found the gem, and they were all closer to the end of the tyrant king's rule. However, they knew that their work was far from over. They needed to ensure that the savior was trained to use the gem effectively, or else it could be a threat to them all. One of the elders spoke up, his voice low and gruff. "We cannot simply rely on the savior to know how to use the gem. It is far too powerful, and if used incorrectly, could cause great harm." The other elders nodded in agreement, their faces grave. Another elder, a woman with kind eyes, spoke up. "I agree. We need someone who is as old as the gem to train the savior. Someone who knows its power and how to control it." The first elder nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, someone like Cyrus." At the mention of his name, Cyrus, a you

MASONCHAPTER 157Tanya followed the president through the swirling portal, feeling a sudden rush of excitement and fear as she stepped through the threshold. When she emerged on the other side, she gasped in amazement at the stunning vista that spread out before her. They were standing in the middle of a grand palace, the likes of which she had never seen before. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings and sparkling jewels, while the floors were made of smooth, polished stone that shimmered in the light.As they walked through the palace, Tanya felt like she was in a dream. Everywhere she looked, there were wonders to behold. Strange creatures roamed the halls, carrying out their duties with practiced grace. The air was filled with the sweet scent of exotic flowers, and the sound of music floated through the air.After a few moments of walking in silence, Tanya finally gathered the courage to ask the question that had been burning in her mind since they arrived. "Where are we?"

MASONCHAPTER 159Ana had woken up feeling groggy and disoriented; perhaps it was the fact that she had a headache from a night of too little sleep. Either way, she stumbled her way through the morning routine of trying to get her kids ready for school and getting ready for her important meeting. The morning seemed to have flown by too quickly and before she knew it, she was running late. She had already missed her chance to eat proper breakfast and now she was in a hurry to get to the meeting. This could mean the difference between securing a deal and failing miserably. She could not afford to be late. Ana rushed out of the house with her belongings, but before she could even take a step towards her car - she noticed something was off. The engine was making strange, choking noises, and the car was refusing to start. All of the buildup of anxiety and stress came bubbling up from within her, and she kicked at the tire of her car with all her might. The sudden pain in her foot made h