Chapter 110 The King's Tech Trap

The shadows from the stained glass windows stretched across the floor, casting fractured light on the tension-filled conversation. Mason leaned against the rotting pew, arms crossed, a playful glimmer in his dark eyes masking his underlying desperation. Maria glared back, unwavering, her stance only growing more rigid. “Let’s cut the crap, Mason,” Maria challenged, arms crossed defiantly. “What exactly is this grand proposal of yours?”