Chapter 48

The soft glow of chandeliers bathed the entrance hall in an almost mystical light, illuminating intricate details that told stories of wealth and dominance.

Mason's gaze moved across the surroundings with an air of familiarity, as if the mansion was an extension of himself.

He removed his fedora, revealing the sharp lines of his face and the enigmatic gaze that seemed to penetrate the very depths of those he encountered.

The sound of his footsteps echoed through the hall as he moved further into the house. Paintings that depicted scenes of power and authority adorned the walls, their subjects seeming to watch over him with a mixture of reverence and fear.

Reaching his private study, Mason's shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly.

His study was his sanctuary, a place where he could shed the armor he wore in the outside world.

The mahogany desk bore the weight of documents and strategies, a reminder of the constant battles he waged in the shadows.

As he settled into his chair, his fi