The Billionaire Who Saved Me - Chapter 30: Chapter 30

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.
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.