Mason Nightshade's jawline tightened, and he didn't respond to Grayson Quinn's words. Suddenly, his dark pupils flashed, and he lunged down into the grass below, pinning a man to the ground. Before the man could react, Mason had snapped his neck.

He tossed the gun to Grayson Quinn, his swift silhouette disappearing into the night like a phantom.

The mission was complete.

Mason held a stoic expression as he listened to his subordinate's report.

"Report to the Major General, all terrorists have been apprehended. Seven were captured, and the rest were killed..."

The soldier trembled inside, wondering if he had said something wrong or done something incorrect. Why did the Major General's face look so grim? Could someone come give him a punch, please? He'd rather fight the terrorists than report to the Major General!

Could someone come save him?

The soldier used all his oratory skills, quickly finishing without taking a breath, and he saw Mason finally raise his hand to dismiss him.

He breathed a sigh of relief and ran off at full speed, disappearing from sight.

Afraid that if he was any slower, Mason would call him back.

Mason, as he walked out, pulled the phone from his trouser pocket, viewing the text message sent by the woman before the operation. The corners of his tightly pressed lips relaxed and lifted as his long, broad fingers danced rapidly on the screen in response.

"Are you asleep?"

He waited for a moment, but there was no reply.

She might have already fallen asleep.

He replied with a "Good night." and put the phone away.

"Brother Yu, have you really forgiven her?" Grayson Quinn's voice suddenly chimed in from behind, carrying a hint of frustration.

Mason responded with a low "Mm" in his throat, paused, and corrected, "It's not that I forgave her, but that she forgave me."

Hm? What does that mean? Grayson Quinn looked puzzled, had he missed something?

Grayson furrowed his brow, just as he heard Mason's voice rise again, as if speaking to him, or perhaps murmuring to himself, "Night Corporation is the compensation she wanted, and she's telling me that I no longer owe her anything, though she asked for so little."

How could I possibly give her up, probably not in this lifetime.

If she knew he had also been reborn, she would surely regret this decision, right?

So this matter, must absolutely be kept from her!

Grayson Quinn wasn't aware of Mason's thoughts, but he noticed Mason's gaze turn instantly frosty, causing him to shiver suddenly, cold sweat seeping from the back of his neck.

What was going on?

Why did the conversation abruptly change the atmosphere?

"Alright, alright, I get it. I just think it's not worth it on your part, but I don't know what exactly happened between you two. Anyway, you're the one who suffers. Who asked you to hold back back then, with the way she pursued you but you refused to give in, serves you right to endure this now."

A moment ago, Grayson Quinn was indignant on behalf of Mason, but the next moment, he stood on Aurelia Shaw's side.

If he hadn't passed the tests, Mason might have really suspected he had the potential to be a traitor.

"Get back!" Mason said sternly, taking the lead to step up into the military truck, sitting grandly inside, closing his eyes, replaying in his mind the phrase "Mr. Night, please refrain from harassing me in this way in the future," and her bold, alluring face.

Aurelia, why do you always give me chances?

If you didn't reply to the text, maybe, I would really just wait quietly, but... your heart has changed, it has softened towards me.

Wolves are the best at spotting human weaknesses, once they find a flaw, they'll attack immediately without hesitation!

Grayson Quinn drove, glancing at Mason's lifted mouth corners, then at him, clicked his tongue internally, and couldn't help but complain: Look at him, he's so easily amused by just a text reply.

He finally understood, this was clearly Mason reaping what he had sown.

Sigh! The ascetic Mason becomes like this when it comes to love.