The man sat behind the computer, his posture relaxed, a faint smile playing at his lips. The light cast him in a golden glow, attracting any woman who saw him.
This was a demon.
Aurelia Shaw silently chanted in her heart.
Mason Nightshade noticed the bloodshot eyes, his brow furrowed, "Who made you angry again?"
"In this family, there are only a few people who can anger me and dare to do so," Aurelia chuckled.
Mason glanced at the photo in her hand. He knew the woman in the picture and had some guesses, "Clara Philips is courting death again?" His tone was displeased.
For someone to provoke to the point of losing control, it must be Clara Philips who meddled with these photos.
Ha, they really are a mother-daughter pair.
"Do you need me to come over?"
"Why would you come over?" Aurelia raised her eyebrows, "In what capacity? Don't forget we're already divorced."
She found it puzzling how this man always seemed to forget they were divorced.
