Grayson Quinn curiously leaned over, took a couple of glances, and then slumped his shoulders in disappointment and disdain, "What! I thought it was some military secret, but turns out it's a TV drama! When did you start watching such boring dramas?"
Boring?
Mason Nightshade's gaze darkened slightly, but he didn't speak.
Normally observant Grayson was unusually oblivious this time. He glanced at the screen again and started clicking his tongue, criticizing, "What kind of show is this? Never seen it before. Is it a new production by your company? That actress is pretty attractive, just my type. What's her name? Got her contact information?"
You can't just say Mason's expression was "gloomy" anymore. It was like the calm before a storm, chilling to the core.
"..." Gustavo Yates silently broke into a sweat for Grayson Quinn, watching him still chatter on about wanting contact info. He just wanted to rush over and cover his mouth.
