Aurelia Shaw thought: Mason Nightshade's habit of taking advantage of the public needs to be corrected at some point.
As she thought this, a splash of wetness came over her back; the waiter carrying a tray of drinks accidentally spilled some onto her clothes.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Miss Shaw, are you alright?"
Aurelia's eyes darkened for a moment, glanced at the waiter, and waved her hand, "I'm fine."
"Do you want to go upstairs and change your clothes?"
Aurelia turned her head towards Mason Nightshade, "I'm going to change clothes."
Mason Nightshade's eyes turned cold, his brows furrowed, and his gaze carried a chill.
Aurelia winked at him, jumped off Mason Nightshade, and went upstairs.
Just as she stepped into the room, Aurelia paused slightly, her brows furrowing, her senses were particularly sharp, and she caught a whiff of a fragrance in the room.
The room was filled with an aromatic air, a scent Aurelia knew very well.
