“Is that the best solution? Going back to the Hutton’s house? But why? You were already kicked out and..” Butler Martin took the divorce paper in Mason’s hands,”You’ve already been divorced. I oppose to this!”“I don’t want to go back either” Mason countered. The thought of going back to that house and suffering under Sandra and Samantha once more made his skin crawl but, it was a feat he had to endure. “But, I need to make whosoever did this to me to think the ball is still in his/her court. That they still have me trapped in their palm.”Butler Martins turned away from Mason, clearly furious. “Your grandfather wouldn’t want to see you suffer this way”Mason placed his hands over Butler Martins shoulders, reassuringly, “Don’t be too hard on yourself. I’ll be fine and I’m sure grandfather would understand. It’s only going to be for a little while. Until we catch the person who did this to me”Butler Martins turned to face Mason, “By the way, would your wife and her family take you bac

Mason's gaze slowly shifted to meet Drake. He could see fear that he never thought was in his vocabulary sinking deep in his eyes.Drake anticipated his reply to his question. "Not at all, I've never seen you before," Mason managed to say.Mason saw his tense shoulders drop in relief as he heard his reply. Drake's eyes studied him for what seemed like a minute before he looked back at Williams who could only watch. With a nod to Williams, he got into his car and it zoomed off.While Williams walked into the Hutton's mansion in his glory.Mason smirked, just as he thought and he was right. It looked like the almighty Williams Carter who Samantha is fighting tooth and nail to marry was just an ordinary puppet to his joke of a cousin, Drake.His thoughts of bringing hell down to each and every one of them made his return back here worth it, his lips quivering into a sly smile."What are you doing standing and smiling like the fool that you are?" Mason bounced out of his trance as Quinn'

The next morning at Hutton's mansion, a loud alarm could be heard from the Annex servants rushing to assume their daily duties. A sleepy Mason stirred on the hard as rock bed as the alarm kept wailing. He wasn't ready to get up, not that he slept comfortably on such a bed but he hadn't slept on a wet bed last night, nor felt any wetness on his bed this morning. The head servant who never failed to hide his hatred towards Mason came banging Mason like he wanted to bring down the entire building."Ouch," Mason cried softly under his breath as he held onto one side of his head with a face squeezed in pain.The bang came again and this time, Mason sprang up from his bed, ready to behead the person who dared disturb him.He opened the door and before the door was completely opened, he was hugged by a heap of dirty smelly clothes."Wash those," the head servant's strong voice commanded.Mason had totally forgotten where he was. He thought he could sleep in like a king, only forgetting tha

Dave came in and everyone froze up. The wrath in his voice could bring a nine-story building down in a minute."Mom!" He cried out as invisible fumes came out of his ears."Sweetheart, what is the matter?" Quinn asked so tenderly."My room. My room Mom, it's filthy," he complained.Mason already knew this wouldn't end well and everything would fall back to him."Filthy? It can't be. I asked Roger to have all the rooms cleaned up," Quinn justified."Well my room is nothing close to being cleaned up," Dave said in turmoil."Roger!!" Quinn called out in irritation.Uncle Roger dressed in his always perfect white, came running towards the scene.Mason didn't know what to do. Whether he stayed or left was going to land him into trouble. So he just waited for everything to slowly unfold."Yes, Madam Quinn," he responded, brushing off his hands with a napkin.Quinn turned to him with a look of displeasure."How dare you go against my instructions?" She asked, clearly angry as the entire room

It was already daybreak and Mason scarcely got any sleep. With the loud chattering and stomping of feet, he was forced to wake up.Grunting, Mason lifted his body from the stiff bed. After going through a brief session of stretching and yawning, he made his way toward the door.He opened up the door only to be met by lancing hazel eyes. Mason's orbs popped out as they saw whom those eyes were owned by."U-uncle Roger," Mason stuttered as he recalled what he saw. Uncle Roger who had a void expression on his face stood like he had not noticed the surprised look on Mason's face.Mason on the other hand thought that if he threatened to blackmail Uncle Roger, he might let him off the leash."Madam Quinn has requested your presence," Uncle Roger told sternly and Mason nodded, trailing behind him as they walked. Mason could already hear Quinn's voice, nearly bringing down the roofs and he knew it had everything single thing to do with him. "Here he is Madam Quinn," Uncle Roger said, motio