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Evelyn wanted to chase after Mason, but she did not have the strength. The tip of her nose was slightly red as she looked at Ethan pitifully. “Didn’t Mr. Brooks come to see me?“Ethan picked up the brush. “Isn’t this what Harper used to brush the carpet?” 

“Sister Harper.” Evelyn was even more upset. “Is Mr. Brooks… avenging her?” 

How was this possible? 

Ethan denied it very quickly. “He can’t wait for Harper to die.” 

“But…” Evelyn lowered her head and hesitated. When she lived in Mason, she had sensed that the way he looked at Harper was different. 

After calling the police, Sophia and Isabella were detained for a week. 

Sophia had a big business and a backer to protect him. His temper had long been spoiled. He was bailed out and was still cursing Harper when he signed. 

After scolding her, she did not forget to blame Isabella. 

“It’s all your fault. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been brought to such a lousy place to suffer.” She scratched her neck. “How dirty is it? Who knows who has lived here before?” 

Isabella signed without a word and tortured Harper for a few days in detention. It was actually worth it. 

He walked out of the detention center and faced the heavy rain. In the rain, someone approached with an umbrella. The man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He looked refined. “Is this Ms. Turner?” 

“…It’s me.” 

“Our master wants to see you.” 

Isabella was suspicious. “Who is your master?” 

“Mr. Brooks.” 

Mason.It was a good thing that he wanted to see him. Without thinking, Isabella got into the car. The car drove in the rain all the way to a clubhouse and was brought into Mason’s private room. The light and shadow inside were blurry and there was not much space. There was a deck of poker cards scattered on the card table. There were still more than half of the wine bottles left. 

Mason sat in the corner. Even though it was so remote, he could still catch the gaze of others at a glance. His hand was on his knee, and a wisp of gray smoke was floating up. His eyes were dark, making Isabella want to escape. 

“Mason.” 

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A person like her should not call Mason by his full name. 

Mason put out his cigarette and walked over. “Did you kidnap Harper?” 

“…It’s not me, it’s Sophia.“This was a good way to shift the blame. Without thinking, Isabella said, “Mason, I persuad- ed her not to do that to Harper. You know that Harper is my friend. Why would I do that to her?” 

“I didn’t ask you to come here to listen to nonsense.” 

“Really.” 

“Really?” 

Mason was not a gullible person. He lit another cigarette. The flickering sparks pierced Isabella’s eyes. Mason picked up her hand. “I’ll ask you again. What did you do to Harper?” 

“No-” Isabella’s palm was suddenly burned. It was so painful that he half–knelt on the ground. He wanted to break free, but his five fingers were held tightly. Mason pressed the cigarette butt on her flesh and extinguished it, burning a bloody hole.Isabella screamed in pain and trembled. 

‘Does it hurt that much?‘ 

However, Harper’s back was covered in burn wounds. How painful would it be for her to be treated like this? She was a hundred times more delicate than Isabella. 

“Are you still not willing to tell me?” Mason squatted down and opened a silver lighter. The flame flickered, illumi- nating his high nose bridge. He lifted a portion of Isabella’s hair and brought the fire closer. His tone was teasing and threatening. “Or do you not want this hair anymore?” 

James gritted his teeth before Harper agreed to pick up the violin. 

She had a natural talent for music. Back then, when she was so dazzling in Moridise, Sophia’s group of people were all suppressed by her. She relied not only on her unrestrained love for Zhang Yang, but also on her own excel- lence. After finishing the last class, Harper went out with an umbrella. Mason’s people were already waiting. 

They were also brought to the clubhouse. 

Isabella was overjoyed when he arrived, but Harper seemed to have withered. He was dejected and disinterested. 

There was a knock on the door of the private room. 

Mason said in a deep voice, “Come in.” 

When he opened the door, the smell of tobacco mixed with blood assaulted his nose. Isabella fell to the ground. The burn on his palm was very deep. Harper recognized it at a glance. It was from the cigarette.Mason gulped down a mouthful of wine. “Are you mute?” 

‘What trick is this?‘ 

This time, it was Harper’s turn to be confused. 

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