The sapphire blue sports car sped through the courtyard, leaving only Clara Philips with a gaze full of hatred.

Inside the car, soothing music played from the speakers.

Aurelia Shaw's lips curved slightly upward, humming a cheerful tune. Her life was finally getting back on track, and her future was just beginning. She wouldn't let past events repeat, except... dealing with that wild wolf at home was a bit tricky.

Aurelia glanced over at the divorce agreement placed on the passenger seat, furrowing her brows with a touch of difficulty.

How should she give this to him?

Astoria Hotel.

Mason Nightshade took the room card Gustavo Yates handed him, swiped it at the door, and before entering, Gustavo Yates said, "Those two have been inside for only half an hour; they probably haven't done anything yet."

Anyone with eyes could see nothing had happened.

Nancy Carter stood trembling to the side. She didn't know why Mason Nightshade suddenly showed up. According to the information she'd gathered, this opportunity should have been deliberately leaked by Mason Nightshade.

Could the information she got be wrong?

Seeing Mason Nightshade walk inside, Nancy Carter quietly took out her phone and texted Eleanor Spencer, murmuring to herself: May the gods protect them, and may the two inside not do anything they shouldn't let Mason see.

There was no one in the living room, with a few jackets messily thrown on the floor.

The bedroom door was tightly closed, and it was unclear what was happening inside.

Mason Nightshade coldly walked in, giving Gustavo Yates a look.

Gustavo Yates understood and went over to knock on the door. There was no response from inside. He raised his hand to knock again, and if there was still no answer, he was ready to use the spare key to open the door.

As his hand lifted, before he could knock, the door suddenly pulled open from the inside, and a figure dashed out in panic, hugging herself.

"Help! Help..." Eleanor Spencer cried, tears streaming down her face. Seeing Mason Nightshade, she froze for a moment, and then her tears flowed even more fiercely as she rushed over, trying to hug Mason Nightshade, "Brother Night, help me, that person... that person, he..."

Mason Nightshade sidestepped in an instant, dodging Eleanor Spencer's lunge, watching coldly as she fell onto the sofa, her knee bumping against the wood with a "thump," swelling into a red bump.

Eleanor Spencer endured the pain, lifting her tear-filled eyes, looking at him with grievance, "Brother Night, I... that person he..."

Mason Nightshade's gaze was cold as ice.

Eleanor Spencer mistakenly thought Mason Nightshade misunderstood, crying while explaining, "It's not like you think between us. I originally planned to meet him to discuss the movie over dinner, but somehow I passed out midway, and when I woke up... Brother Night, nothing happened between us, I didn't let him succeed..."

"What does this have to do with me?" Mason Nightshade interrupted her coldly, not a hint of emotion in his icy gaze, even carrying a trace of impatience.

Eleanor Spencer's heart trembled with coldness, freezing on the spot.

"Brother Night..."

"Whether you've done anything or not, it doesn't concern me, but I have a few questions to ask you. Once you answer, the two of you can do whatever you want." Mason Nightshade said in a cold, deep voice.

Eleanor Spencer's heart seemed to sink into icy water, the chill in Mason Nightshade's eyes making her heart ache.

How could he say this has nothing to do with her?

She loved him so much, if he agreed she was willing to give him her first time, even though now... this matter, she knew he had tacitly approved of it. But if she could excel in Brother Night's company and make him notice her, she was willing to sacrifice anything.