Grayson Quinn's twisted sense of humor was something Mason Nightshade had long grown accustomed to and was too lazy to get angry about. After all, this guy just had that bit of a twisted taste, and it wouldn't lead to any outrageous mistakes. On the contrary, it came in handy at some crucial moments.
"Since you called, do something for me," Mason said.
"Oh?"
Hearing there was something to do, Grayson became interested. Staying in the hotel for the past two days had been somewhat boring, and his body felt a bit wasted. He was just thinking about finding something to stretch his muscles and move his limbs.
"What's the task?" Grayson asked with interest.
"Investigate someone. The more detailed the information, the better. It would be best if you have evidence."
Whenever Mason decided to target someone, his tone would turn deep and cold. The calmer his tone became, the angrier he was.
It had been a long time since he had been this angry with someone.
