The moment Mason stepped out of the building, into the late afternoon sun, his phone buzzed with a notification, but he ignored it. He was happy; even the taxi man noticed it as he slid into the passenger seat. "Good day to you, sir," Mason greeted, then averted his gaze to the incoming call. He slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out the phone.The driver with a broad smile glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Where to, sir?”Mason pulled his gaze from the glowing screen. “The most expensive gift shop in town,” he replied.The driver furrowed his brow, chuckling at the enthusiasm ringing in his tone. He nodded and turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared to life, slipping through the bustling streets.When Mason returned his gaze to the screen, he noticed another call coming in, and a smile crept across his lips. He slid his finger across the screen to answer the call. “The number you’re trying to reach is not available at the moment,” he muttered, mimickin

Inside the gift shop, Mason's eyes darted toward the closed door where the staff member who had approached him earlier had disappeared. The other available employees were busy attending to other customers, and whenever he tried to get their attention, they would smile at him and gesture for him to wait. Sighing, he glanced at his wristwatch, feeling the minutes tick by slowly.“Ten minutes... What’s taking so long?” he muttered, a sense of irritation creeping in. Just as he was about to turn away, the door creaked open, and his attention was drawn to a girl. It was Emily, the same girl who had offered him coffee, which he had declined.“Is there a problem?” Mason asked, furrowing his brow as he noticed her uneasy demeanor. Emily quickly shook her head in response, her smile widening in an attempt to reassure him.'Something is wrong,' he muttered while his eyes analyzed the girl standing before him. The genuine smile that had once lingered on her face had vanished, replaced by a force

When she saw that the customer was the man whom she had underestimated and planned o fire Emily with, her expression changed.She watched as Emily pulled a necklace from a display case. It was a unique piece, one of the store's most expensive items. “This piece is worth $1,500,000,” Emily announced, and Mason smiled as he looked at the necklace. It was simple yet elegant, and he couldn't help but imagine it around his little sister's neck.“It’s perfect; I’ll take it,” he replied, a sense of joy radiating from Emily's face at the successful sale.The madam, who monitored the sales, straightened her clothes and gracefully approached the figure who had also turned to face her."Good day, sir!" She greeted but the silence that followed wore a shivering smile. Mason, without saying a word, shifted his gaze back to Emily. "You did great today," he complimented, and Emily couldn't help but feel her cheeks flush at his remark.“Thank you, sir,” she responded.Mason let out a sigh as he loo

Emily trailed behind the madam as they entered the office, her name elegantly embossed at the top of the door. "Shut the door," the madam commanded. With a nod, Emily complied, closing it firmly to block the curious eyes of the staff lingering outside.Inside the office, the air felt cold, sending a shiver up Emily's spine. The madam, whose expression matched the chilly atmosphere, took her seat. It was clear to Emily that this meeting was not a celebration of her recent sales.“Have a seat,” the madam finally said, gesturing to the empty chair across from her.Without hesitation, Emily adjusted her blouse and settled into the chair, feeling its frame press against her back.The madam, preoccupied with whatever tasks she had, ignored Emily as she rifled through a stack of documents on her desk. After what felt like an eternity of silence, the madam finally lifted her gaze and locked eyes with Emily."You made a big sale today," she said with a furrowed brow. Emily gave a small nod, an

Mason stepped out of the taxi, pulled out a bill from his wallet, and handed it to the driver, who was stunned by the unexpected generosity. This was the second time Mason had given him a generous tip, and the man couldn't help but bow his head in gratitude at the young man's kindness.Meanwhile, the mansion staff, aware of their young master's arrival, lined up outside. The driver opened the trunk of the taxi, allowing them to begin unloading the boxes and packages.Within moments, the trunk was empty, and the staff followed Mason as he made his way into the mansion.As he stepped into the elegantly furnished living room, he was greeted by the sight of his sisters lounging comfortably on the sofas. Helen was the first to notice his presence; she jumped up from her seat with a wide smile. “Mason's back!” she exclaimed, running into his open arms.“"Hey, princess," Mason murmured, planting a kiss on her forehead. "How is your day going?" He turned his gaze to Haley, who was fixated on