A chorus of gasps echoed around the table as all eyes, including Mr. Jordan's, turned to Mason. Marcus hearing Cleodara's revelation forced a lump down his throat. He knew the sister hated him due to his past actions, but he didn't expect any of them to side with Mason by outing him above his league. Marcus cast a warm smile at her. “I know Mr. Mason is your guest, but that is not possible. Mr. Williams is someone of high stature. How can you believe him when he just claims to know Mr. Williams?” Mr. Jordan, who was now curious about their guest, constantly took a side glance at Mason. From his years of being a businessman, he had developed a skill of sensing liars, especially the ones that claim to be what they are not. When he was trying to read Mason, he discovered there was something different about him. Mason's expressionlessness and his calmness made him hard to read. Unlike Marcus, whose identity was wrapped under his fingertip. Mason, on the other hand, knew Mr. Jordan

After they went through the front gate of the FCTS, Mason navigated towards the main building looming ahead.“How fast can this car go?” The commander, who had been watching the speedometer barely rise above 30 mph, asked.“Well, I would like to show you, but signs won't allow that,” Mason replied, nudging his head at the speed limit mounted by the roadside. Noticing his expression, Mason revved his engine, making the commander cast a satisfied smile at him.Several patrol units patrolling the premises in their vehicles were about to reverse in pursuit of the newcomer, but when they noticed their superior in the passenger seat, they sent a silent nod, which he reciprocated.Upon arriving at the entrance of the building, Mason followed his lead and exited his car to begin his tour. Although he wasn't sure how Mr. Anthony would arrive at the facility. The only way he could keep track of any movement on the premises was to locate the surveillance room without raising any suspicion.“You

With the siren blaring through the building, chaos filled the entire space. Mason and the celestial assassin, now ushered to the back of the room, watched as the staff hurried around, trying to come up with a solution.“P…please believe me, I have no choice!” Mr. Umar's voice echoed through the closed door as several bulky security personnel wearing red berets dragged him away. Mason, who had been patiently observing the chaos from the surveillance room, glanced at the woman who was whispering to the commander.“Commander!” the woman yelled, her face pale as she dropped the phone from her hands. Mason, observing her, could see the fear evident in her expression.“Yes, what is it? Have they made their demands?” the commander asked, his eyes fixed on the screen displaying the location of the front gate. The entire fence surrounding the building was completely sealed and electrified by the device mounted on it, designed to prevent anyone from entering or exiting the compound during a red

The entire room fell silent and Mason turned to Miranda, who nodded before exiting the surveillance room. Outside the building, she wore a medical badge alongside a first aid kit then made her way toward the main gate. When Mr. Anthony's men noticed her presence, they raised their guns at her, prompting Mason to pick up his phone.“If a single scratch appears on her body, I'm pulling out of the deal and coming after you myself,” Mason warned, disconnecting the line before Mr. Anthony could respond.Caught off guard by the sudden threats, he quickly waved his hand, instructing his men to stand down.Without hesitation, Miranda approached the injured man with a first aid kit and worked to control the bleeding. Once she had finished, she helped the injured staff member back to the building while the others returned with the container housing the viruses.“Open the gate,” Mason instructed, turning to see the staff staring at him in shock.“Sir, are we really letting them go?” One of the c

“Come on, Haley, pick up the damn phone!” Mason muttered under his breath. His heart raced with every ring, and just like the thousand times before, the call dragged on and inevitably went to voicemail. The thought of her not answering gnawed at him, tightening the knot of anxiety in his stomach. Mason swiped his hand across the air. “Emoji,” he called, and the celestial system was displayed in front of him with emojis floating at the top right corner.“What can I do for you today?” Emoji asked, pulling Mason's gaze from the rearview mirror. The loud sirens, which had been soaring through the street, were still on his tail.The policeman, who had noticed the car zooming with a speed above the speed limit, stayed on his tail, waving for him to pull over, but Mason, who had limited time, was adamant about his instructions and stepped on the gas, prompting a full chase.Ignoring the cop, Mason turned to the emoji, “I want information on possible accidents around the city within this ti