She wasn’t a fool. It felt as if she was nothing more than a plaything for him to toy around with.

Mason had clearly done it on purpose!

It didn’t matter if it was about Ramona or the young lady sitting next to him tonight. He wanted her to see it.

Why would he torture her in this manner? Was it part of his game? Was it because he thought it was fun while he pulled her strings?

All of a sudden, someone else appeared in the mirror.

It was Mason!

He was standing underneath the crystal chandelier while dressed up to the nines. It didn’t matter how she looked at it, he simply looked flawless.

He had drunk two bottles of red wine, but she still couldn’t read what he was thinking. He was just staring at her. It was a different kind of stare than the one he gave the young lady in the private room.

He had only ever absentmindedly looked at the young lady. However, he would always stare at her passionately every time he looked at her, as if undressing and caressing her with his blac