It was only this moment that Clarence realized that it was Mason’s fault.

“Sir, this week, the Wynns have been obedient and served you in every possible way. Why are you still trying to hurt us?”

Henry had only realized about it at this moment.

He said tremblingly, “That’s right. My grandson has already been disabled. Why are you still unwilling to let us go? Are you only going to give up after seeing our downfall?”

Speaking of Alex, Henry felt pain as his expression became darker.

“Sir, although you’re a noble person, I am already eighty years old. Are you still not satisfied after I’ve washed your feet, massaged you, and bowed to you every day to greet you this past week?”

“Of course, I do. I’m very satisfied.” Mason leaned back on the sofa and reminisced. “I haven’t been served like this for many years.”

Hearing this, Henry and Clarence couldn’t help but ask in unison, “Then, why are you still trying to harm us?”

Mason spread his hands. “It is for your own good when I asked you to sign the contract. I have no idea Ares would let Clerk Corporation off the hook.”

Hearing that, Henry and Clarence stayed silent while the Wynns looked at each other in dismay.

Clarence’s face turned pale. Clarence asked, “W-What do you mean by that? Aren’t you Ares, the God of War?”

“Who told you I am Ares?” Mason looked innocent. “I am just an old tramp. You are the one who wanted to apologize and serve me. I never said I am Ares!”

It was dead silence. The living room seemed to freeze as it was eerily silent.

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