Aurelia Shaw grabbed Caspian Parker's hand that was placed on her forehead, looked at him solemnly, and urged, "Brother, in the future, you must protect your hands well, make sure nothing happens to them."

"I don't need your reminder, I'll protect them well. Besides, there's someone more worried than you about these hands."

These hands, which have created miracles in the piano world, are being watched by many.

-

Mason Nightshade's car stopped downstairs at the hotel.

At this moment, Mason Nightshade stood at the hotel front desk, exuding a cold aura, his face as cold as frost, his dark pupils heavy with a gloomy light.

The receptionist nervously helped him check the records.

Thinking: Why would the boss suddenly come to the hotel in the middle of the night? His expression is terrifying.

Under the pressure of his intense gaze, the female receptionist pressed the wrong letters several times, taking a long time to finally find the information he wanted.

"Mr. Caspian Parker is staying in room 902, Miss Aurelia opened another room and is staying in room 903," the receptionist said with a trembling voice.

Upon hearing this sentence, Mason Nightshade's expression softened a bit.

He strode into the elevator, pressing the button and suddenly paused, his cold eyes sweeping toward the inconspicuous red button on the wall.

...

"Ring, ring, ring!" The piercing sound of the alarm rang out.

Caspian Parker had some of Aurelia Shaw's lipstick on his clothes and had gone to the bedroom to change.

Aurelia Shaw was waiting alone in the living room, and upon hearing the alarm, she grabbed her cat and hurriedly went to knock on the bedroom door, "Brother, there's a fire."

Halfway through changing, Caspian heard her anxious call, didn't bother to put on a shirt, grabbed the robe hanging in the hotel, carelessly put it on, opened the door, and said to her, "Let's get out first."

"Okay!"

Aurelia Shaw ran out with big strides, hearing Caspian's footsteps following from behind. There were many people in the corridor, all coming out due to the alarm, and she lost sight of Caspian as they merged into the crowd.

She didn't think about looking for him; after all, they were both heading downstairs and could meet there.

Just as she thought this, she was suddenly jolted, her wrist grabbed by someone pulling her into another staircase. It was Mason Nightshade!

Aurelia Shaw's eyes turned sharp, seeing him, her hand reaching for the dagger at her waist then relaxed, eyes filled with surprise.

How could he be here?

No, this alarm...

"Did you set it off?"

Mason Nightshade didn't answer her, pulling her quickly downward, his grip so strong it felt like he could crush her wrist bones.

"It hurts."

She softly said.

Mason Nightshade's body stiffened, still didn't reply but loosened his grip a bit.

Aurelia Shaw was confused by Mason Nightshade's actions, glancing down at her wrist gripped by him. His hand was large, easily enveloping both her wrists, with wide, thick knuckles, a thin layer of calluses in the palm, pulling slightly painfully, yet just the right amount of comfort.

Aurelia Shaw chuckled softly, thinking to herself: A closet pervert.

After two flights of stairs, Mason Nightshade led her into the elevator and went downstairs. Knowing the alarm was his trickery, Aurelia wasn't afraid to take the elevator.

As soon as they reached downstairs, she was shoved into the car by Mason Nightshade.

Ignoring the crowd in the square that his antics had summoned out, he drove away.

In the crowd, a certain strikingly handsome, gracefully tempered man, draped in a robe, glanced in the direction the car departed, but quickly looked away, searching for the figure he wanted to find in the crowd.

-

"Mason Nightshade, what are you doing?" Sitting in the car, Aurelia Shaw asked Mason Nightshade.

Mason Nightshade didn't speak, but the atmosphere inside the car was cold and somber, with a sense of stern chill emanating from him.