Mason’s flirtatious eyes sparkled as he spotted Ella, flashing her a bright smile, as if the past events had never even happened. Truly shaless.
Behind him trailed a bodyguard and a woman in a floral dress.
Ella smirked faintly—Rachel had actually latched onto Mason? Well, perfect—a manipulative "white lotus" and a despicable man. They really were a match made in heaven!
With Rachel here as well, could she take them both down in one go?
"Well, well, Mr. Nelson, Miss Davis, what a coincidence! We et again. Fate must really want us to cross paths!" Mason said with a fake smile, approaching them.
Ella’s face remained cold, her smile dripping with sarcasm. "Mr. Scott, Miss Rachel—what a perfect pair. Your combined moral standards could really open anyone’s eyes to a whole new level of absurdity."
Rachel’s face turned red. She was only here because Leah had ordered her to accompany Mason. She had made the first move to cozy up to him, and to her surprise, he had brought her along to Silver Creek Valley!
"Miss Davis, you must be joking. I’m truly flattered by such high praise!" Mason’s skin was thick—despite knowing full well Ella was insulting him, he didn’t get angry and instead grinned as if he were genuinely pleased.
Eric shot Mason a sidelong glance. "Mason, you’ve really got a death wish, showing up here on your own. I was planning to give you a bit more ti to stumble around before finishing you off."
Mason calmly took a seat at an empty table nearby, and Rachel followed, sitting down with a timid expression.
Just looking at her irritated Ella—this ti, she was determined to make her pay.
Alia leaned over to whisper in Ella’s ear, "Ugh, that fake little snake is so annoying. Let’s team up and crush her!"
Ella couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Only Alia could match her wavelength like this!
Mason chuckled lightly, his eyes glinting with cold malice. "Mr. Nelson, it’s a bit early to be so sure of yourself. We’ll see who gets the last laugh."
Just then, the shop owner ca over. Rachel ordered a few snacks, while Mason casually asked for so drinks.
"Watch and see," Eric said, smiling mysteriously. He was very familiar with Silver Creek Valley, having spent a few months here with Richard back during his school days, so he knew the area well.
Ella glanced at Eric curiously and whispered, "Aren’t you angry?"
Eric smiled softly. "Oh, I’m angry, but my IQ won’t let do anything reckless."
Ella blinked. True—no matter how much Eric disliked Mason, he wasn’t going to lose his cool and start a fight with him.
She casually turned to look out the window, where an elderly man was selling candied fruit skewers. A smile crept across her face as an idea to deal with Rachel began to form.
Richard shot Mason a glare. "You’re delusional. Ella would never be interested in you!"
Mason, however, was full of confidence. "I believe that day will co."
Ella rolled her eyes. She knew this man wasn’t truly interested in her.
At the very least, the complexity in his gaze had no place in anything resembling love.
"Mr. Scott, it seems you’ve developed a serious case of delusion. You should really get that checked out," Ella said, not even looking up as she delicately picked up a atball with her fork and took a small bite.
That move made Eric’s throat tighten, and his voice turned icy. "Don’t eat like that. Let cut it up for you."
With that, the possessive man picked up a fork and cut the beef atball in half for her.
Ella stared at him, a little stunned.
What’s gotten into him? What’s wrong with eating the way I was?
Feeling Mason’s eyes on her, Ella suddenly lost any desire to keep talking to Eric. It was as if Mason was constantly watching her every move.
"Eric, that guy is unbearable!" Ella muttered softly.
Eric glanced at her. "Lost your appetite?"
"I can’t eat with such a disgusting person around," she replied.
"Then let’s go," Eric chuckled, though Ella couldn’t help but glance wistfully at the table full of untouched food. What a sha!
Eric smiled and tapped her nose affectionately. "Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of chances to eat later. But with so many flies around, this place isn’t really fit for dining."
His words were pointed, carrying an unmistakable undertone.
Rachel’s face flushed red as she watched Eric’s retreating figure longingly.
Once Eric left, Richard and Alia naturally followed. Rachel’s gaze lingered on Eric’s back until he disappeared from view, her heart aching. Every ti she saw him, she wished she could be the woman by his side.
"Had enough staring? If you really want him, you better start behaving yourself," Mason said coldly.
Rachel quickly nodded. "Yes, Mr. Scott, I understand!"
She felt uneasy. Why had this unpredictable man taken an interest in her? Perhaps he had figured out what kind of person she really was?
anwhile...
Eric and Ella strolled down the street until they stopped in front of a young man from Country Y. Eric began speaking to him in English, pointing discreetly towards the restaurant where Mason was sitting.
The window gave Ella a clear view—inside, Mason was angrily scolding Rachel.
Ella’s foreign language wasn’t great, but she understood enough of Eric’s words to realize that he was sending the young man to deal with Mason...
Suddenly, she let out a small laugh. Eric was truly devious!
The man from Country Y patted Eric on the shoulder excitedly, giving him a thumbs-up before making a phone call. Then, with great enthusiasm, he headed into the restaurant.
The man approached Mason with a smile, placing a friendly hand on his shoulder and, to Ella’s amusent, another hand on Mason’s face!
Rachel stared, dumbfounded.
Mason shouted in foreign language, "Sir! You’ve got the wrong person! I’m not gay, so please take your hands off !"
The young man blushed and smiled shyly. "No, no, there’s no mistake. Just outside, soone told his family wouldn’t let you two be together, so he had to break up with you. But don’t worry, darling, I’m here to comfort you!"
Mason’s face twisted in rage, and he angrily shoved the man’s hands off.
The young man’s eyes narrowed, imdiately filling with displeasure.
"Sir, he’s lying to you! I have no interest in n!" Mason said in disgust, but the young man grew even more agitated.
"Are you discriminating against gay people? That’s it, you’re asking for trouble!" the man yelled, throwing a punch at Mason.
Mason’s bodyguards were shocked and rushed forward to intervene.
However, two more n quickly stord into the restaurant. Seeing their friend under attack, they beca furious and jumped into the fight.
Rachel scread in terror as the small restaurant erupted into chaos, with custors fleeing in every direction!
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