Chapter 1280: She’s Mine—If You Touch Her, I’ll Take Your Life
In the following days, Aurelia Shaw took care of Mason Nightshade in the same manner, personally feeding him and using the wheelchair to push him to Adrian Cooper’s study, waiting until the meeting ended to push him back.
The most mocked thing about Mason Nightshade in these days was precisely this, with people saying that even the iron-willed Major General Nightshade finally has a day to fall, needing someone to push him in a wheelchair.
This news quickly spread throughout the Capital City.
Including to Henry Fletcher and Left Prime Minister.
"Prime Minister, Your Excellency, General, should we make a move to seize the military power while Mason Nightshade is injured?" Henry Fletcher made a throat-cutting gesture.
Henry Fletcher looked at the other person, a seemingly emotionless glance, but cold enough to make the other person shiver.
"You underestimate Mason Nightshade. The truly frightening thing about him isn’t his body, it’s what he has in his mind. Otherwise, do you think if Adrian Cooper intended to seal off the news, you could know any of this?" Henry Fletcher retorted with icy sarcasm.
The subordinate immediately fell silent.
Leaving Henry Fletcher’s room, the person who proposed the plan earlier grumbled with dissatisfaction, "Isn’t General Fletcher too afraid of Mason Nightshade? No matter how powerful he is, so what? Now he can’t even move freely, do you think he can escape an assassination?
Prime Minister, I think this is the best time to assassinate Mason Nightshade. If we miss it, once he recovers from his injuries, it will be troublesome for us."
Left Prime Minister pondered silently without saying a word.
...
Left Prime Minister returned to his room, reaching for the light switch before his fingers paused, noticing a trace of an unfamiliar scent in the room.
He sharply turned his head, seeing a silhouette on the sofa, sinister, cold, and dangerous.
"No need to turn on the light." Alaric Wood spoke slowly, his index finger rubbing the ring on his thumb, eyes tinged with a mischievous glint, "Mason Nightshade got injured; what do you plan to do?"
"I haven’t come up with a countermeasure yet, do you have any suggestions?" Left Prime Minister asked.
Having interacted with this man for so long, every encounter still felt dangerously unpredictable.
Like a beast, charming with idle talk in one moment, yet possibly delivering a lethal bite the next.
"The President’s security system is strict, but there’s not entirely no way for you to handle it, right? Right now is the best chance to take Mason Nightshade’s life, miss this time, and there won’t be such a good opportunity next. Consider it yourself." Alaric Wood cast a casual glance at him.
Just one glance made Left Prime Minister shudder.
He pondered the statement silently, "I understand. Do you have any arrangements on your side?"
"My affairs don’t need your concern," Alaric Wood sneered with a derisive laugh.
Left Prime Minister frowned, although somewhat intimidated by the man before him, he still said, "Don’t forget we are in a cooperative relationship; it’s necessary for me to know your plans."
"Hahaha..." A low, sinister laugh emanated from Alaric Wood’s throat. He coldly glanced at Left Prime Minister, malevolent red eyes glistening with an ominous light, "Cooperation? Clearly, you need me more. Don’t overestimate yourself, someone could always replace your position anytime, but without me, don’t dream about getting the President’s seat."
"Do what you must."
Seemingly weary of further conversation, Alaric Wood turned to leave.
Left Prime Minister suddenly said, "That woman in the entertainment circle around Mason Nightshade, he seems to care about her a lot. If we use her as bait..."
Alaric Wood’s steps abruptly halted, his eyes instantly filled with killing intent and icy menace, "She is mine. Dare touch her, and I’ll take your life."