“What the hell! W…who are you?!” He shrinks, tightening his grip around his bottle of beer.Mason and the celestial assassin stepped out of the shadows, making the man force down a lump down his throat. “Who are you people? Are you the cops? I swear I wasn't driving and drinking; I just took this round from the fridge!” He said defensively, switching his eyes from Mason to the rest of the figures.“Have a seat, Mr. Crosstone; we are not the cops,” Mason replied, monitoring the coach. Mr. Crosstone, hearing his words, heaved a sigh in relief. Realizing he still doesn't know who they are, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “If you’re not the police, then who exactly are you?” he demanded, his voice trembling with anxiety and suspicion. “Are you some kind of thief? Because I assure you, I don’t have any money to give you.”“Shut your mouth and have a seat!” Miranda snapped with an icy disdain, prompting the man to snap his head in her direction. He was about to protest when Nyx shook he

Mason exited Mr. Crosstone's house, relieved he was finally making progress. Since the celestial system had provided him with zero knowledge on how to complete the mission that was crucial to save ten thousand lives. The information he had extracted from Mr. Crosstone provided him a silver lining, even though he still needed to fill in some details.“Master,” Miranda called, trailing behind Mason. As she caught up to him, she diverted her attention from the notification that had popped up on her screen. “IT just confirmed that Mr. Anthony's shipment is headed to a highly classified government facility,” she added, her tone low, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.“Classified facility?” He asked, and she responded with a nod. “If that's the case, having access to it won't be easy,” Mason said, completing her obvious thought.Every citizen knows the government had a restrictive property policy that required an individual going through different chains of command for a non-governme

The night sky above the city was adorned by countless stars scattered across the space. Each star shine its own glory under the wispy clouds that drifted lazily on the horizon. Below the beautiful serenity was a cluster of vehicles honking through the traffic, their sounds blending with the hustle and bustle of mundane activities. Meanwhile, Mason lost in the cool breeze, and the booming music from his car slowed down when the familiar villa came into sight.This was his second visit to the villa, but it will be his first time driving into the premises. The security men stationed outside the compound didn't hesitate to buzz the gate open when they noticed the luxury car approaching. Mason, with a brief nod, maneuvered his car through the driveway. His eyes scanned through the landscaped gardens adorned with vibrant flowers and towering palm trees that danced gently in the breeze. Mason arrived at the parking lot, he turned off his engine among several other luxurious cars belonging

“Cleopatra, it’s good you're here! ” The woman standing beside her father muttered with relief, her voice laced with a mix of warmth and concern. She cast a quick, assessing glance at Mason before her eyes settled on her daughter. “Fiona hasn’t come out from her studio,” she added, her worry now evident.“Why is that? ” Cleopatra asked, her voice laced with concern. When everyone turned their attention to their father, he sighed and shook his head without saying a word. “Dad, why isn’t Fiona leaving the studio? ” Cleopatra asked, her brow knitting into a frown as she looked at him.When he refused to answer her question, Mrs. Jordan scoffed. "That's because your father has refused to apologize to the people who saved her life, and Fiona heard that Mr. Williams got arrested!""What?" Shock and incredulity spread across Cleopatra's face at her mother's words. After the incident at the press conference, which was now making headlines. Fiona agreed to return home only if her father apo

The once lively table was now filled with silence, and the only sound breaking through the ice was the click and chatter of the cutleries. Marcus, whose past actions were the reason for the silence, cleared his throat and stood to his feet. Everyone rested their eyes on him, and just like Cleopatra, Mason leaned back into his chair, knowing what he was about to do.“Mr. and Mrs. Jordan, I'm very sorry for hurting your daughter in the past. I'm not making excuses, and I take full responsibility for my actions. Since Cleopatra broke up with me, I have been working on myself to become a better man for her. The kind she rightfully deserves,” he said, his gaze shifting from Mason and resting on Cleopatra.A brief silence filled the room after his words. Mr. Jordan, whose face was once devoid of emotion, allowed a small smile to crawl into his face.“Well, I can see you’re walking down the path of becoming a better man. If you seek my approval, know that it won’t be easy to gain, but there