Wolves, Maces, And Blood novel Chapter 38

“Mr. Mason.”

The middle-aged man came to the door of the main hall and knocked. A moment later, a man’s voice came from inside, “Come in.”

The door was pushed open.

At the desk opposite stood a middle-aged man in a gray suit, a man in his forties with a long face, painting with a brush in his hand.

It was Sean’s uncle, Bernardo Mason.

“Bell, you’re just in time.”

Bernardo Mason said with a smile, without looking up “Take a look. How’s my painting?”

Bell strode over and looked down.

A landscape painting.

The whole painting looked very magnificent, imbued with a wild spirit that was hard to hide.

“Wow. It’s impressive. It was perfect, both in the whole and in the details…”

Bell, who seemed to know a lot about painting, made a few casual comments and then bowed down, saying, “Congratulations, your painting is making rapid progress every day. You’re starting to look like a great painter.”

“Flatterer!”

Bernardo Mason put down his paintbrush, glared at him, and laughed, “You suck up to me. You’re getting better at talking.”

“I will tell you nothing but the truth.”

Bell flattered with a straight face.

Bernardo Mason asked as he sat down in a chair in front of the desk and sipped his bubbly hot tea and asked, “You came to me in a hurry. What is it?”

Bell was Bernardo Mason’s confidant and the butler in charge of the Mason family’s affairs. He was very loyal to Bernardo Mason.

Bernardo Mason practiced painting every day.

He was not allowed to be disturbed when he was painting, except when they had something important to tell him.

That was the rule!

So, from the moment Bell knocked on his door, Bernardo Mason knew something big was going on.

Bell hesitated and said, “It’s about Sean.”

“Sean?”

Bernardo Mason raised his eyebrows and asked casually, “Had not the Old Mrs. Mason herself sent the men to Hilshire to bring him back? What, they killed him on the way?”

His tone was lighthearted, with no regard for Sean’s life.

After all, over the past five years, Bernardo Mason and the Old Mrs. Mason had completely controlled the Mason family in the Capital City. And the clan of Sean’s father, Parker Mason, was wiped clean.

They could rest easy!

Sean was just a rapist who just got out of prison. What was the big deal?

One word from the Old Mrs. Mason could meant the difference between his life and death.

“No.”

Bell shook his head and said gravely, “Not only did they not kill him, but they made him the Moore family’s son-in-law.”

“Oh?”

Bernardo Mason paused, apparently surprised, and put the hot tea he had raised to his lips back on the table and asked, “The Moore family? Which one?”

“The Moore family in Hilshire, a small, unremarkable family.”

Bell explained, “Five years ago, in order to incriminate Sean, Morton Miller and others threw a woman in Sean’s bed. The woman was called Cecilia Moore, the granddaughter of Carter Moore, the head of the Moore family…”

Bernardo Mason asked, “Then who is it?”

“Luis Sanchez.”

Bell said, “Son of Owen Sanchez, the richest man in Hilshire. Out of nowhere, he got my cell phone number and Seans relationship with the Mason family, so he just called me and told me Sean’s move into the Moore family.”

“I think he’s trying to take credit, get involved with us.”

“Oh?”

Bernardo Mason frowned again and sneered, “Owen Sanchez, the richest man in Hilshire? I remember him. Before, he visited the Capital City in person and asked my friends to visit me several times, but was rejected by me.”

“Now he’s got a message from Sean, and he’s got his son calling you. He’s up to no good.”

The richest man in a city was nothing to Bernardo Mason.

Bernardo Mason, however, believed that Owen Sanchez had played a trick by throwing Luis Sanchez at him, not knowing that Luis Sanchez had contacted Bell without Owen Sanchez’s knowledge.

“According to Luis Sanchez, he happened to meet Sean this afternoon at Ricky Mall in Hilshire, where he got into a bit of a fight and was kicked by Sean…”

Bell said, “He also mentioned that Sean bought Cecilia an entire clothing store at the mall. To pay, he used a black card that looked like the Universal Bank’s Limited Edition Supreme Black Card.”

“Bull shit!”

No sooner had Bell finished than Bernardo Mason snorted with a cold face, “He’s a little son of a bitch. Does he know what a universal Bank black Card looks like?”

“I personally submitted my application to Global Bank last year, and it hasn’t been approved yet!”

Bernardo Mason sniffed, as did everyone else. He instinctively felt that Luis Sanchez had misread and was talking nonsense.

Not many people knew about the Universal Bank’s black card. But the more you knew about it, the harder you knew it was, so the less you would believe Luis Sanchez’s bullshit!

“I think so.”

Bell smiled awkwardly and was about to agree when his cell phone suddenly rang. He took out his phone, looked at it, and said, “It’s from Michael Taylor.”