Chapter 490: Mason Reed Glanced Around

"Hey..." Mason Reed glanced around. "Are you two playing relay? Just leaving like that?"

The gathering he'd worked so hard to arrange dissolved in an instant.

Julian Cross and Grant Holloway left one after another. Mason stared at the empty private room. "Wait for me..."

The three men stood at the club entrance, each pulling out their phones to call designated drivers.

Mason fished out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, but couldn't find his lighter.

"Julian, got a light?"

Julian gestured toward his car. "Backseat. Get it yourself."

Mason opened the door and bent down to search.

"Found it..."

He lit his cigarette and tossed the lighter back to Julian.

Spotting a pale yellow shawl on the backseat, Mason smirked suggestively. "Since when do you play in cars?"

Julian frowned. "Play what?"

"Don't play dumb. That's obviously a woman's shawl—pale yellow too. Spill it—which mistress left it behind?"

"Bullshit! That belongs to Clara's mother. I'm returning it tomorrow."

Mason's eyes widened. "Clara's mom? Why would her stuff be in your car?"

Grant subtly shifted half a step closer.

Julian started to explain, then noticed their gossipy expressions and deliberately drew out his words. "Well..."

Mason stamped his foot impatiently. "Out with it!"

"None of your business."

"Of course it's my business! Last month when I broke my leg in the hospital, Clara came to visit me. Since she cares so much, shouldn't I know more about her?"

"Oh? Clara visited you?" Julian deliberately raised his voice, glancing sideways at Grant.

Grant pretended to adjust his cufflinks, but his ears were perked up.

Mason boasted, "Of course! Clara treats me really well!"

Julian nodded. "True. Tonight she even treated me to a seafood feast."

"Why would she take you to dinner?" Mason grew even more curious.

"Well..."

"There's a reason, right?" Mason rolled his eyes. "Whatever, keep your secrets!"

Just then their drivers arrived. Julian waved. "Later."

Mason gave a casual wave back.

But Grant kept staring at Julian's taillights until they disappeared into the night.

Why?

Why could she smile so brightly for Connor, visit Mason in the hospital, share dinner with Julian...

Yet refuse to even glance his way?

"Grant?"

Grant snapped back to attention. "Hmm?"

"Where to next?"

Instead of answering, Grant suddenly extended his hand. "Got a cigarette?"

Mason quickly offered one.

But the lighter had already been returned to Julian.

Grant rolled the unlit cigarette between his fingers, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"Mason...was I really wrong?"