CHAPTER 393: CHAPTER 393: CHARITY DINNER 10

Aurelia Shaw realized that she truly loved blushing; teasing her was quite amusing.

Even as she left the venue, the corners of Aurelia Shaw’s mouth were still curved up, her eyes sparkling with joyful fragments of light.

"This happy?" Mason Nightshade asked, looking at her proud little expression, unable to resist the urge to smooth her hair, but reconsidered that she might brush him off, so he suppressed the thought.

"Just so-so," Aurelia Shaw replied casually.

Although she said that, Mason Nightshade could feel her mood; today’s banquet was arranged just for her.

She suddenly stopped, looking ahead.

Mason Nightshade looked over and then knew what made her unhappy. He reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, releasing a cold aura that instantly made the approaching reporters step back.

But they still wouldn’t let go of the big news in front of them.

"Mr. Nightshade, you spent a fortune today for your wife. Do you have anything to say?"

"As long as my wife is happy," Mason Nightshade said calmly.

"Recently, Nathan Johnson was photographed walking with your wife. He said he’s your friend, entrusted to take care of your wife. Is that true?" Suddenly, some reckless reporter asked this question.

Then, the reporter felt a cold wind sweeping over him.

He shivered abruptly, the hand holding the microphone shaking.

An icy gaze froze him, lasting two seconds, and everyone was sweating for him, thinking: Oh no, oh no.

After a few seconds, they heard Mason Nightshade’s puzzled voice:

"Who is he?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

It turned out his silence just now was because he was thinking about who that person was?

The terrified reporter almost cried.

However, Nathan Johnson took a hard slap in the face.

Claiming to be friends with Mr. Nightshade, but it turns out he doesn’t even know who he is.

Nathan Johnson... as if Mason Nightshade wouldn’t know who he is, the guy recently caught in rumors with his wife, the one trying to ask her out. Ha, truly any random Tom, Dick, and Harry dares to provoke and covet his wife.

Indeed, he was openly retaliating.

When they reached the car, Mason Nightshade let Aurelia Shaw get in first, and then he also stepped in. If it were someone else, the reporters would’ve shoved their microphones inside the car for an interview, but in front of Mason Nightshade, they were quivering even to speak a word, wishing he’d leave promptly.

"My car is still here," Aurelia Shaw said.

"I’ll have someone drive it back for you later," he said and then suddenly grabbed her hand before she could pull it back, placing a gift box in her palm.

She didn’t open it but already knew what was inside.

"I don’t like pink diamonds, they’re too pretentious."

Just like you. Mason Nightshade didn’t say it out loud, "If you don’t like it, just throw it at home. I’ll buy you anything you like in the future."

"What if you can’t afford it?" Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow, deliberately making it difficult for him.

"If I can’t afford it, I’ll work hard to earn money to support my wife." His face didn’t redden or show embarrassment as he spoke, his lips curving up, his dark eyes holding flickering light, unintentionally drawing people in.

Aurelia Shaw picked up the phone, dialing Viscount, "What’s the market price for a pink diamond? I want to sell it, just got it at the auction for four hundred and fifty million..."

That night, Mason Nightshade secretly created a Weibo account, quietly followed Aurelia Shaw, and posted a melancholic Weibo: "Boohoo, the diamond I just bought for my wife, she didn’t like it and sold it in an instant."

A night owl came across this Weibo, immediately following, "Boss, 666, begging the boss for red envelopes to be spoiled!"