Chapter Twenty Eight

Mason's POV.

“I don't get you, Mason. What do you mean higher!” She asked me her voice hushed as though she was whispering as she talked.

“Nevermind my dear, just get ready. I'll be leaving soon to your house, do you have anything you want to get there.” I asked her as I took a bite from my toast, it was good and I winked at the chef causing her to smile widely.

“Let's get the restraining order first and also give the police my statement, it won't even take much time. There's someone I want to get but it's not time yet. When it's time, I'll let you know.”

“Okay, my lady. Now dig into your food, before it gets more cold. You've been talking since you came downstairs, I tend to wonder who's worse between you and Vy.”

She sat down to eat, not talking throughout. When she finished eating, she carried her plates to the kitchen. After which she left and head upstairs to the room.

I finish up my meal and drop two thousand dollar bills beside my plate. Calling the chef, “Azalea!”

“Yes boss, I