Spark was shocked, and his head whizzed around to look behind him only to find a masked figure looking at him coldly as he stood next to the camera.

“Y-You…who are you?!”

The excitement in Spark died out immediately, like a flame that had been extinguished.

His eyes were glancing around, looking for someone, for his bodyguard.

His bodyguard should obviously be in the washroom, but how had he not come out yet? Why wasn’t he reacting?

“You’re pretending to be me, and you’re asking who I am?”

Alex raised his leg, kicking Spark and sending him somersaulting through the air. His body hit the bedside table and blood flowed freely from his forehead.

Beatrice struggled to get up. When she caught sight of another Mask, her mind was even more jumbled.

“You… are you the real Brother Mask?”

Alex’s brows furrowed, and he nodded.

He didn’t want her to know that he was Mask.

He had planned to let Spark play pretend as Mask for a bit, deliberately making her suffer a certain degree of p