The woman hurriedly stood up, her delicately made-up face blushing with shyness. She slightly lowered her eyelashes coyly and secretly glanced at Mason Nightshade's cold and gentle face. The upward curve of her lips betrayed her secret joy.
The other women cast a jealous glare at her.
"Please have a seat."
This woman was also quite calculating. Seeing Mason standing there, she quickly vacated her spot and moved to his side, reaching out her hand to try and affectionately pull him to sit down.
Opportunities to get close to Mason were rare, so how could she let it slip!
Mason lowered his gaze, his cold look landing on the woman's hand. Her nails were sharply trimmed and painted in a gaudy bright red; her fingers resembled skinny chicken claws. Her face was heavily made-up despite it being nighttime, and a strong and unpleasant perfume scent assaulted his senses.
Mason frowned, his eyes suddenly sharp, sending a warning look at the woman.
