Chapter 1323: If You’re Going to Use Someone, Don’t Give Up So Easily

Chapter 1323: Chapter 1323: If You’re Going to Use Someone, Don’t Give Up So Easily

Mason Nightshade gripped Aurelia Shaw’s wrist tightly, leaving a red mark on her pale skin.

Mason’s fingers trembled as his sharp eyes fixated on Aurelia, dark and deep, "Since you’re going to use me, don’t say you’re giving up so easily. There’s still more you can use me for.

Whether it’s the old Aurelia or the current Aurelia, you’re the only Aurelia I want. To me, there’s no difference between the two.

Wait for me here, yeah? I’ll get you out. Don’t worry about Adrian Cooper’s terms; I can clear your name."

Aurelia peeled his fingers off one by one.

"No need."

Aurelia left for a long time, and Mason’s hand stayed frozen in the air, still in the motion of gripping her wrist. After a while, his stiff fingers clenched, veins bulging on the back of his hand, squeezing until his finger bones ached, yet he seemed unaware of the pain.

After leaving the hospital, Mason got into the car.

He opened his laptop, and a GPS map appeared. His slender fingers tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and a cold voice commanded, "Go to this place."

"Yes."

Gustavo Yates pressed the accelerator, glancing in the rearview mirror at Mason—Mason was staring at the computer, his side profile alternately lit and shadowed, unpredictable. Unveiling the guise of a gentleman he usually wore, he now resembled The Reaper holding a scythe.

The car stopped in front of a run-down apartment.

Gustavo followed Mason out, surveying the apartment, and as they pushed the door open, a musty smell assaulted them, making Gustavo cover his nose immediately.

"Boss."

Gustavo handed Mason a handkerchief.

Mason took it but didn’t use it. He squatted down, wiped a finger on the floor, brought it close to his nose, and sniffed, "It’s blood."

A witness in the Aurelia Shaw murder case accused her of having conflicts with Nolan Lawson, a friend of Nolan’s from when he was alive and indulging in vices.

After days of searching, they finally found where he lived.

Once again, they’ve fallen one step behind the Mafia.

"The blood is still fresh; he must have just left not long ago." Mason rubbed his fingers together.

"I’ll go investigate."

Gustavo went outside with his cellphone, dialing a number.

After a brief conversation, Gustavo returned inside.

"The investigation will take time, they can’t provide results now."

Other investigative channels were blocked. This particular team follows Mason’s orders without outside interference, but that makes the investigation much more challenging.

Mason returned to Lennox Quinn’s place late at night.

Upon entering, Lennox handed a file to Mason.

Mason didn’t even look at it; he tore it up and threw it in the trash, pressing his hand to his temples.

He didn’t need to look to know what it was.

Now he trusts nothing he sees, especially when it bears her signature.

His head felt like it was about to explode, Mason closed his eyes, his face revealing nothing, "When did you start doing such tedious delivery work?"

"I didn’t want to, but it depends on who ordered me to." Lennox paused, "The President did this for your own good. Don’t hold a grudge against the President. The Mafia intentionally blew things out of proportion, causing a public uproar. Think about what the people will think if you’re with Aurelia during this time? How should those who have followed you into life-and-death situations all these years perceive you?"

"The President sees further than you think."

Lennox wasn’t implying Mason was short-sighted.

Lennox knew Mason’s view wasn’t short, but when it came to matters of the heart, they were unrelated to other things. Sometimes he envied Mason’s courage to go to such lengths for love.

Lennox’s gaze softened.