Instead of looking at the old lady, Eliza turned to Reese, who picked her up. "Reese, please show me my room." She said in a softened voice.

On her way here, Reese was quite kind to her and told her a lot of things. Eliza could discriminate between love and hatred.

"Sure, I'll take you upstairs." Reese hurriedly answered. In fact, she was also afraid that the young lady's presence here would enrage the old lady even more. She could tell that the young lady was not a doormat!

Norah watched Eliza go upstairs and gnashed her teeth resentfully.

"Call the Levine Family; what do they mean? Who is Mason's bride exactly?" Norah was still suffering from an aftershock and a dull pain from her hands as she reflected Eliza's gaze.

On the second floor, Reese led Eliza to her room.

"Madam, this is the room of you and mister. He is in his room now. After taking his medication, he is supposed to be here; please wait for a while." Reese was a nice and patient woman.

"I see; thank you, Reese."

After closing the door and combing her hair, Eliza took her clothes and school bag out of the suitcase.

15 minutes later, she changed into her neat clothes.

Just then, the door was pushed open. She stopped sorting out her luggage and raised her eyes as soon as she saw Mason, her pretty brows furrowed imperceptibly.

He was 1.8 meters tall in estimation. His features were sculpted, but his face was pale. There was an indistinct scar on his forehead. Owing to her great eyesight, Eliza was able to spot it.

"Eliza?" Mason walked to her. His eyes were cold and his tone icy.

In terms of temperament, they were equally cold.

"Yes."

"Mrs. Levine's daughter abandoned at Benevolence Orphanage?"

"Get to the point." Eliza's patience was poor.

With a cold, arrogant look, Mason slowly approached and cornered her.

They were so close that Eliza felt enveloped in intense male hormone.

Her pretty brows were knitted together, and the resistance on her face was distinct.

Eliza disliked such kind of approach, and now Mason had passed her safe distance. Before she tried to push him away, his cold voice came again from above her head, "You're 19 years old. Adopted and returned twice."

While speaking, Mason tactfully observed the change of her expressions.

Michael dug up the information and put the file on his desk. The intel was not much, but he intended to see her response.

What he said was something disgraceful. The ordinary people were likely to feel ashamed, anxious, and even panic.

However, this girl was all indifferent, as if she was an outsider and what he described had nothing to do with her.

The corners of Mason's mouth curved up in an imperceptible sneer. Her psychological quality was not bad, but she was unfortunate to face a tougher opponent.

The entire time Eliza looked at him with a poker face.

"Is that all?" She asked back coldly. The nonchalance in her eyes was somehow perceived as contempt by Mason.

"Whatever your aim is, you'd better give it up, and don't dream of my affection for you or face my wrath." The groom warned her coldly and ruthlessly.

"Worried that you'll like me?"