Kai Nightshade's old face flushed, turning his eyes away with a 'see no evil, hear no evil' attitude, though he was secretly observing the situation out of the corner of his eye, his delighted smile revealing his joyful mood.

Seems like my great-grandson has a chance.

Kai Nightshade sighed.

In the evening, Aurelia Shaw received a call from Mason Nightshade, "Change your clothes and come out for dinner with me."

She frowned.

"Aren't you going to sell diamonds? I helped you contact the buyer."

Aurelia Shaw's lips curled into a smile. Without needing to see Mason Nightshade, she knew he must be vexed but was forced to hold back his anger.

"Location."

Mason Nightshade gave the address, then paused, his voice hesitating, "Wait for me at home, I'll come to pick you up."

"No need." Aurelia Shaw took out the car keys of the car she had driven last time, tossed them onto the table, and turned to select suitable clothes, pondering that Mason Nightshade had not yet told her who they were going to meet.

"What should I wear?"

"The more convenient, the better."

The more convenient, the better?

Aurelia Shaw put the dress back, and after inspecting the wardrobe carefully, she switched to a simple shirt and jeans.

Though a simple outfit, her form-fitting black jeans accentuated her long legs, her hair casually styled into a bun, and she tousled it for a voluminous, effortlessly elegant look. Her fair neck was exposed, with a graceful curve extending into her shirt.

Aurelia Shaw grabbed the car keys from the table and drove the sapphire blue sports car to the location Mason Nightshade specified.

She got out and walked in, suspecting she had come to the wrong place.

Surveying the luxurious and uniquely decorated hall, she called Mason Nightshade, "Hey, I'm here."

"Okay, stand there for a bit, I'll come find you." His deep voice resonated over the phone.

"Mm."

Aurelia Shaw hung up the call with Mason Nightshade, glancing around curiously as the "bang bang" sound echoed from inside, her gaze lingering on a painting.

Mason Nightshade stepped out to see Aurelia Shaw studying a painting earnestly. It wasn't anything special, with its dark colors twisting the space.

She was probably influenced by Victoria Blake; the girl had recently become obsessed with paintings.

If she knew that "You Are My Star" offended some man's wife, was abused by a man using his power, and was suspended for a while, would she be furious?

Given her temper, she might storm into the presidential office, grab the man's tie, and demand he retract the order immediately.

Imagining that scenario, Mason Nightshade's face darkened instantly, swiftly dismissing and suppressing the possibility.

She would surely look stunningly cold and alluring, and how could he let other men see that? She could only grab his tie and could only be unruly and willful with him.

Mason Nightshade approached.

The safe distance between two people is one and a half steps; Mason Nightshade stepped into the half-step distance between them, his warm breath brushing over her hair, gazing down at her fair and beautiful face, feeling a surge of heat within him.

He restrained the feeling.

"Let's go inside, they're waiting for us."

"They?"

Aurelia Shaw turned to Mason Nightshade, catching the emphasis on 'they' in his words. Was he bringing her to meet someone? Mason Nightshade didn't give her an answer and walked inside.

Aurelia Shaw followed.

She had already heard the "bang bang" sounds inside and thought they were familiar. Once inside, she realized it was a shooting range.