The commotion was a bit loud and startled the driver, Gustavo Yates. He instinctively lowered his arm and leaned forward to ask, "Boss, are you okay?"
"Raise the partition!" Mason Nightshade almost shouted.
Gustavo Yates was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat. Flustered, he hurriedly raised the partition again, gripping the steering wheel firmly, still shaken by the terrifying tone from his boss earlier.
Oh no, oh no, it seemed he had done something wrong.
Why did it feel like assistance from F State was beckoning him?
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His nose wouldn't stop bleeding; Mason Nightshade thought if he still had any desire would truly be less than a beast.
He held his nose, sitting with his head tilted back. His clothes were disheveled, several shirt buttons had fallen off, unprecedentedly unkempt, he took the tissue handed over by Aurelia Shaw and glared at her, "Sooner or later, my face will be ruined by you."
