A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 83

On the morning after, at nine o’clock sharp, Matilda strolled into a café, right on time for the meeting. Her eyes found the man waiting and she greeted him with a faint smile.

Mason returned the gesture, his surprise from when Matilda had reached out to him. still lingering. He hadn’t expected her to seek him out at all.

When she had asked for his help, Mason had found himself unexpectedly moved by her plea, especially when she mentioned how his words had stayed with her. He agreed to the appointment with alacrity, and so here he was, waiting for her arrival.

She lowered her eyelids slightly. “Sorry to have kept you waiting.”

“It’s totally fine.” Mason’s hands were clasped together, his posture impeccable. He carefully told the barista that he preferred his coffee on the cooler side before turning his attention back to Matilda, “So, running into new trouble lately?”

Matilda’s hands twisted together in her lap, a clear sign of her anxiety. “Honestly, I’m ashamed to have to ask for your help. Yvan has blacklisted our studio, and we’re at our wits‘ end. I don’t want to grovel to anyone. If you could lend a hand today, Mr. Farrell, I’d be forever in your debt. If not, I won’t hold it against you. I’ll just have to find another way.”

She was a woman with undeniable pride.

eyes slightly, “I might be able to help but… Dawn, remember, I’m a businessman.”

unspoken question was clear, “What’s in it for me,

a slight chuckle from Mason, “Relax, I’m just teasing. Let’s say you’owe me one. I’ll send your bio to some of my contacts and see if

lit

that Matilda couldn’t quite read, but she didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she just nodded, her eyes misting with gratitude as she thanked him gently,

looked at her with a hint of amusement, “We’ve met privately enough

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Chapter 83

say, Matilda Thompson?”

had used her full name. Matilda’s smile widened, and she slipped out the bill that had been hidden beneath her

went to settle the bill. Their table was bathed in sunlight streaming through the glass, casting a

his sister finished their shopping spree. Through the café’s glass, they caught sight of Mason

Mason!” Willow

his eyes, “As if he