Chapter 1281: Mason Nightshade, Let’s Get Married
It wasn’t until Alaric Wood had been gone for a long time that Zuo Xiangfeng finally came back to himself, the chill on his body still lingering.
Working with him really is too dangerous.
But this is the only choice he has right now; he needs this man’s black‑market forces. Once he becomes president, he’ll make sure the first thing he does is get rid of him!
Deep into the night, everything was silent.
Alaric Wood got into a black car. The door opened, then closed. As soon as he sat down, he heard a woman’s voice from the driver’s seat: "Nothing unexpected happened, right?"
"Mm." Alaric let out a low sound in his throat, his eyes fixed on the scenery flashing past the window. After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke: "I’m going to the Presidential Palace."
Vaila Mook froze. "Are you out of your mind? You know how dangerous a place like the Presidential Palace is for us. Right now is exactly when they’re tearing each other apart on the inside. We’re not even supposed to be in Capital City, let alone going inside the Presidential Palace."
Vaila knew what Alaric was obsessed with. Maybe she shouldn’t have let him remember. Maybe forgetting everything would be better for him. If it weren’t absolutely necessary, she truly wouldn’t have wanted to wake him up this way, with this kind of pain.
"I have a reason I have to go." Alaric looked out the window, not budging from his decision.
"Alaric..."
"Save it." Before Vaila could finish, Alaric cut her off. "Vaila, when I didn’t remember all this, I could pretend nothing had ever happened. She wasn’t mine. But you made me remember.
If you don’t want to drive me over, get out. I’ll go myself."
"I’ll go!" Vaila’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. After a brief pause, she spoke in a low voice. She knew she couldn’t change his fixation.
If it could’ve been changed, it would’ve been changed a long time ago.
...
The car stopped near the Presidential Palace. There were soldiers posted around it conducting inspections; there was no way they could park this close.
Vaila called the hackers "back home" and had them open a gap in the Presidential Palace’s defense system.
"It’s done. The defense system’s shut down, but there are still soldiers patrolling inside. You need to be careful." Vaila warned him: "You can look at her, but don’t stay too long. Otherwise it’ll be dangerous for you. You know your identity can’t appear here."
Alaric vaulted over and slipped inside, his figure swallowed by the night. It was impossible to tell if he’d heard Vaila’s warning.
Alaric avoided the cameras and the sentries. He seemed to know the route by heart already—or maybe it was some kind of psychic pull—heading straight for the side building where Aurelia Shaw and Mason Nightshade lived.
A pinhole camera hidden in the trees caught a flicker of fabric. The staff in the monitoring room were immediately on alert. "Hello, Officer Quinn, someone seems to have broken into the Presidential Palace."
"Don’t let even the slightest anomaly slip by. Check all surveillance footage. Spread the word to tighten security and increase patrols and inspections." In the past, there had been assassins who tried to infiltrate the Presidential Palace to carry out a hit, but not one had ever succeeded. Grayson Quinn threw on his clothes, headed out at once, and then dialed Mason Nightshade’s number.
Just as his hand lifted, he didn’t hit "call" and let it drop again.
Forget it. Yuke’s body still hasn’t recovered. Even if he calls him, he won’t be able to do anything.
The Presidential Palace’s defenses were already on high alert; nothing major should happen.
...
Aurelia Shaw was pushing Mason Nightshade’s wheelchair as they strolled through the courtyard. She’d been a bit on edge tonight, with the nagging feeling that something was about to happen.
Suddenly, her hand was wrapped in a warm grasp.
"What are you thinking about now?" Mason lifted his head to look at the distracted Aurelia.
Aurelia stared at Mason for a long moment. "Mason, let’s get married."