Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Mason had told me last night that the board would officially announce me as acting general manager today, and that I'd be expected to immediately take on full responsibility for the company's operations. There was no room for hesitation.
I walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, silently telling myself to get it together. The face in the mirror didn't look too bad—still, the dark circles from the sleepless night were obvious.
I carefully applied makeup, creating a flawless look that completely concealed the exhaustion. Once satisfied, I headed downstairs for breakfast.
But just as I walked down the staircase, I heard the front door open. Mason walked in, dressed in a sleeveless athletic shirt and shorts, looking like he'd just come back from a morning jog.
Beads of sweat still clung faintly to his forehead. His biceps flexed with every movement—strong, lean, the kind of muscle that came from years of consistent training.
He paused for a beat when he saw me—clearly not expecting me to get up so early.
I, on the other hand, shamelessly fixed my eyes on his abs. My mind wandered to the most absurd place: Six-pack or eight-pack? We'd spent a night together, but the lights were off. I didn't exactly take notes on his abs.
I was lost in my thoughts when I heard a sharp, annoyed voice. "Stop drooling over me."
"Excuse me? You are overly confident about yourself," I shouted after him as he walked away.
But he didn't even look back. He brushed past me and headed for his room.
"What an arrogant jerk," I mumbled.
I was so annoyed that I lost my appetite entirely. I decided to skip breakfast and head to the office to get a head start. Better than staying here and getting insulted by him.
I chose to drive myself to work. The bodyguards Mason assigned to me were nothing but spies in disguise. They were supposedly there to "protect" me—but in truth, they reported on my every move.
The house staff wasn't on my side either. Whatever I did, inside or outside this house, would be known by Mason in minutes.
Not one of them was trustworthy. They were all in that villain's team.
Somehow, I silently cursed everyone—from Mason to the bodyguards and servants.
This was supposed to be a partnership, but it sure didn't feel like an equal one. I was just a pawn in Mason's game, pushed and moved however he pleased.
The more I thought about it, the more fired up I got. If I didn't do something a little rebellious, I'd be letting all this righteous anger go to waste.
Like a teenager desperate to rebel and prove they had control over their own life, I ended up doing something that caused a lot of trouble down the road.
Mason didn't want me to call my mom? Fine. I wouldn't call. I'd just go see her. It was still early, after all. I'd swing by and take a quick look from a distance.
I remembered that my parents had a habit of exercising in the mornings. I figured if I parked near the villa and watched from afar, no one would notice.
Once I had the idea, I couldn't let it go. I was about to break the promise I made to Mason last night.
I turned the car around and headed straight toward my parents's house.
I came to the place where my parents usually did their morning exercise and scanned every corner until my eyes started to ache. Still, I saw no sign of them. But now that I was here, not seeing them made me anxious.
I decided to check the house. But when I arrived at the gate to the villa area, the security guard stopped me. "Excuse me, who are you visiting?"
"I'm visiting Lane Villa in Section C," I said. The guard was an older man who had watched me grow up. But now, he looked at me like I was a stranger.
He said, "They moved out last night in a hurry. You should give them a call."
"What? Why would they move out all of a sudden?" The shock hit me like a wave. My voice rose involuntarily.
Before the guard could answer, I heard a soft voice behind me. "Kate, do you know the people who lived in Lane Villa?"
I froze, turning slowly to look. It was a man who stood there—no older than his early twenties. He had a pretty face, looking delicately handsome. He wore a smile, but it didn't look genuine.