Mason was standing on the balcony, staring down at the quiet but lit up city, cherishing the cool breeze that brushed against his skin. He took a deep breath, and let it out again, a grin playing across his cracked lips.He was in his robe, and his palm encircled the beautiful gold plated railing. His phone was lying on the small stool beside him, which had lush carvings on it. The phone lit up, Don's name displayed on it. Mason smirked and picked it up. “Hello, father.” “You called me. I was in a meeting.” Don said bluntly, his breaths heavy as he was on the move.“First, you need to drink some water. I've told you, your health is declining and I need you to take it seriously.” Mason paused and tapped the railing, his chest swelling with pride. “I need you to live long enough to see I become a better version of you.” He added, jealousy laced in his voice. Although Don Romero had made it clear that he only wanted to rip Noah off everything he had, Mason still felt the need to prove
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