Later that night, Mason returned home, stepping into the quiet mansion.
The only signs of life were a few maids making their way back to the staff quarters. The house felt unusually still.
He entered the living room, looked around, no sign of Anastasia. His steps carried him down the hall to her room.
As he reached the door, he paused. The faint sound of typing echoed softly through the wood.
'Her laptop... She must be working on her presentation,' Mason thought, his hand hovering near the doorknob. He hesitated, then dropped his hand. 'It's better I let her be.'
With a deep breath, he walked away and entered his own room. But his thoughts weren't at ease.
★★Flashback...★★
"Mason, how are you doing?" Harrington Senior had asked suddenly while they were in the car.
Mason kept his eyes on the road, but his voice grew cautious. "I'm fine, Grandpa. Why do you ask?"
