Chapter 1240: Racking Her Brains to Appease Mason Nightshade
The policemen exchanged glances.
Indeed, they had no reason to detain Aurelia Shaw. Initially, their plan was to hold her temporarily, while nobody had received any information, and interrogate her thoroughly to pry something out of her mouth. Moreover, during her detention, they discovered something unusual about her.
This woman, even if not the murderer, must be hiding some secret.
Mason Nightshade’s icy and divine voice sounded with a warning: "You are more aware than I am of Aurelia Shaw’s special identity. I trust the police’s confidentiality work will be excellent, right, Officer Fang?"
"Yes, yes." Officer Fang replied with a smile, thinking, no wonder they say Mason Nightshade is deeply scheming; this sentence is a veiled warning for them to speak cautiously.
After settling the paperwork, Mason Nightshade took Aurelia Shaw away from the police station.
Mason walked ahead, with Aurelia struggling to keep up. Mason’s stride was long, each of his steps equaled two of hers. At this moment, he was taking large steps, moving quickly, and Aurelia, whose legs weren’t short, had to run in small steps to keep up.
"Mason Nightshade, slow down..."
The man ahead showed no reaction.
"..." Oh no, this time I really made the wolf angry.
This atmosphere extended from the police station to the car, the silence was so tense that Gustavo Yates didn’t dare to breathe heavily, fearing he might be innocently implicated.
Aurelia glanced at the man silently looking at the documents, then glanced again... After doing this over a dozen times, usually Mason Nightshade would tease her: Are you that enchanted by my looks? But this time Mason said nothing, not even sparing her a sidelong glance.
Aurelia shuffled closer to Mason.
Mason didn’t move.
Aurelia shuffled closer again.
Mason still didn’t move.
Gradually, Aurelia’s courage grew, and she shuffled a bit more towards him.
A cold voice suddenly rang out: "Gustavo Yates, check if there’s a pin under the cushion, sticking some people’s behind so they cannot sit still."
"..."
"..."
Indeed, he’s angry.
Indeed, I got implicated.
Aurelia silently shuffled back, but shortly after moved one inch back towards Mason and stretched her fair, slender fingers to clutch Mason’s shirt hem, tugging it.
Mason glanced at her indifferently, and ignored her.
"Ahem!" Aurelia coughed, her gaze darting to Mason’s face. He had no reaction, which was within her expectations. The more he indulged her usually, the harder it was to appease him when he was angry. People have admirable traits, but also tricky aspects.
Aurelia propped her chin and stared at Mason for over ten minutes, saying quietly, "Mason Nightshade, why are you so good-looking? I’ve been looking at you for years and never got tired of it."
"Thank you Miss Shaw for your compliment. I’ve heard this since childhood, but others have much better flattering words than you." Mason replied indifferently.
Mason’s sharp tongue could easily hit someone’s sore spot.
Ah, he called me Miss Shaw, he’s definitely more upset now.
"I can’t compare to those suitors of yours in speaking." Aurelia puffed her cheeks, pretending to be angry.
Mason showed her a cold smile and continued working intently.
"..." Can’t even coax him when jealous or upset.
The car stopped at the Nightshade Family’s old estate. Aurelia watched the distinguished, aloof figure of the man walking ahead of her. She sighed inwardly, realizing that Mason must have understood the situation, or else he wouldn’t have gone all the way without asking a single question and being so agitated.
He probably already knew about the secret she asked Hadrian Turner to keep.