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.

be able

“What’s in

face paled, her fingers tightening. Her defensive stance brought 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

eyes lit

Instead, she just nodded, her eyes misting with gratitude as she thanked him gently, “I can’t tell you how much this means to me,

this distant.” Mason looked at her with a hint of amusement, “We’ve met privately enough times. Maybe we should

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say, Matilda Thompson?”

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

the bill. Their table was

he and his sister finished their shopping spree. Through the café’s

Mason!”

rolled his eyes, “As if