Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

I protested, "You've got to be kidding me. Why don't you try to memorize one page and see how hard it is?"
Just moments ago, I was overwhelmed and confused. Now, I was just outright furious.
The stack of documents was as thick as a brick. I'd be lucky to finish reading it in one night, let alone recite every single word.
I stood before him, fuming. "Let's be reasonable. You're deliberately making things hard for me."
"Good. At least you know how to push back now. That's progress," Mason said coolly with a smirk that could probably drive countless women crazy.
I averted my eyes, trying not to look at him again. I muttered under my breath, "Damn. What's the point of a man being this good-looking? Absolute menace."
I'd always had a weakness for beautiful things since I was a kid, especially handsome men. Otherwise, I wouldn't have fallen headfirst into the fantasy Oliver had built for me, giving my all without hesitation.
"You should really clean out all that nonsense in your head," Mason said in a cool tone tinged with irritation. "Stop thinking about pointless things. Start with the file. I'm going to bed."
I picked up one of the documents and glanced at the top page. It was a prenuptial agreement.
As I skimmed further, my jaw nearly hit the floor. It was our prenuptial agreement—mine and Oliver's. It stated that the house belonged to me.
The document was dated three years ago, complete with Oliver's signature, thumbprint, notary stamps, and embossed seals. It didn't look fake at all.
"Oh my... How is this even possible? I don't remember signing this," I asked, utterly confused. But if this were real, reclaiming the house would be easy. No need for my mom to go to court.
Mason shot me a glare, as if saying I was an idiot. He said, "If you want to do something, let me know. Stop trying to play smart."
I suddenly realized that Mason knew about the call I'd made to my mom this afternoon.
And yet, somehow, in just a few hours, he'd found a better and more effective solution and executed it. Once again, I was struck by how terrifyingly capable this man was.
"Man, how did you even pull this off?" I held up the document, my face full of admiration and disbelief.
"Should I report everything to you?" he replied, his tone distant and cold.
He reached over and took the file back from me. "I'll handle this for you. You should stay out of it. And from now on, no more phone calls to your family. Let this be the last one before the contract ends."
I nodded. "Alright."
Then, without giving me a second to breathe, Mason shoved the rest of the ridiculously thick stack toward me. "Memorize all of this before tomorrow. You'll need it."
So this is what he called me in for? I knew he wasn't going to let me off that easily.
But strangely, I didn't resist. I picked up the files willingly and carried them back to my room. I decided to burn the midnight oil and study till dawn.
Mason had done me a huge favor. I should at least pay it back a little.
Besides, the content wasn't actually that difficult—it was mostly about the responsibilities and methods of a general manager. At first, I read with a sense of obligation, but before long, I was addicted to it.
The more I read, the more fascinated I became. I started analyzing the strategies and trying to understand the logic behind each method.
One moment, I'd put myself in the role of the general manager, imagining how I would handle tricky situations. The next, I'd pretend to be a regular employee, daydreaming about how to work less and still get paid more.
Before I realized it, it was dawn. I blinked at the light pouring through the window and finally noticed I hadn't slept a wink all night. But oddly enough, I felt clear-headed and energized.
I glanced at the clock and saw it was already 6 AM. I couldn't go to sleep now.