His Five Little Rascals

Good cabbage, but it was pushed by a sow

Finally, they arrived at the location specified by Gavriel Mason in record time.

In the car, Gavriel's face was dark and stormy, and he remained silent.

Matthew Carter, feeling the tension in the air, drove cautiously, not daring to breathe too loudly.

After a long pause, Gavriel finally spoke in a deep voice that brooked no argument, "Matthew Carter, find out who tried to set me up last night."

"Yes, sir!" Matthew nodded heavily in response.

Only then did he dare to glance at Gavriel, but that one look nearly sent him into a panic.

He noticed a number of oval-shaped red marks on Gavriel's neck—definitely hickeys.

What on earth happened last night? Which pig had he been with?

Matthew's heart raced, and he hesitated, wanting to ask but not daring to.

…

Meanwhile, Monica Davis, dressed neatly and sitting on the couch, suddenly sneezed several times without warning.

Rubbing her nose vigorously, she muttered, "Damn it, which annoying person is talking behind my back?"

Lost in thought, her phone buzzed with a text message. She looked down and opened it.

"Boss, tomorrow New Era Media is auditioning for the lead role in their historical palace drama. Sydney Brown is determined to win and has sent Isabel Davis to audition, looking like she’s got it in the bag."

"Is it a sure thing?" Monica Davis scoffed, her expression dripping with disdain as her fingers lightly traced the words on her phone...

Not long after Gavriel Mason returned home, Isabel Davis knocked on the heavy iron door of the West Mountain Villa, strutting in with an air of superiority as she explained her purpose to the servant.

The servant appeared respectful on the surface, but internally, he couldn't help but smirk. "Miss Isabel, please follow me."

With that, he gestured politely for her to enter.

He led her to the study.

"Han, my mom has been bullied! You have to stand up for us!"

As soon as she spotted Gavriel Mason's back, she feigned a pitiful expression, her eyes reddening as if she was about to throw herself at him.

Gavriel Mason glanced at her from the corner of his eye, wrinkling his brow in distaste.

He quickly sidestepped.

Isabel Davis stumbled forward, barely regaining her balance, a look of embarrassment flashing across her face in an instant.

"What’s going on?"

Gavriel Mason asked coldly, not even bothering to lift his gaze.

"Well, here's the thing..." Isabel Davis said, her voice filled with indignation as she exaggerated the situation.

"Handle it yourself?" Gavriel Mason shot her a cold glance, his tone dripping with impatience.

"But... but..." Isabel Davis bit her lip, her eyes darting around nervously. "If Leonard finds out that Grandma is being treated this way, and he gets upset or does something drastic, what will we do?"

At her words, Gavriel narrowed his eyes dangerously. He knew this damn woman was trying to manipulate him using his son, but for Leonard's sake, he had no choice but to give in.

"Matthew Carter, you handle this," he instructed, turning to his assistant.

"Understood!" Matthew nodded, ready to leave, but Gavriel called him back. "And make sure to escort Miss Isabel out."

"Ugh..." Isabel felt a surge of frustration. She wanted to stay with him a little longer. However, one look from Gavriel, cold as ice, made her swallow her words.

Lowering her gaze, she suppressed the calculating glint in her eyes. There would be plenty of time ahead; she couldn't afford to push him too far now. As long as she had Leonard Mason by her side, she believed there would come a day when she truly became his woman.

With that thought in mind, she obediently turned around and walked out of the study with Matthew Carter.

Before long, Matthew returned, accompanied by several men dressed in camouflage.

They approached Gavriel Mason and all knelt down, looking guilty. "Master, we are useless. We arrived too late to save you. Please punish us."

Gavriel Mason lowered his gaze and coldly scrutinized them. "Do you know who did this? Have you found out?"

"They were assassins sent by the overseas killer organization, the Shattered Dragon. There were twelve of them in total. After failing to kill you, they were ambushed by our men and all committed suicide—none survived."

"More of those Shattered Dragon people?"

Upon hearing this, a chilling glint flashed in Gavriel Mason's deep eyes, casting a cold shadow over everyone present.

This wasn’t the first time an assassin from Shattered Dragon had tried to kill him. Moreover, this overseas organization was particularly mysterious; they had yet to locate their base of operations.

Even the identity of their true leader remained unknown.

Who exactly was it that kept trying to put him to death time and again?

With that thought, Gavriel Mason's voice turned low and commanding. "Send more people. Investigate! Keep digging!"

"Yes!" The leader of the camouflaged men nodded heavily, then quickly changed the subject. "Master, those four kids inadvertently saved you. Given that man's vengeful nature, he might very well target them."

Gavriel Mason narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at the words.

He then waved his hand at them. "I have my own plans for this matter. Just focus on what I've assigned you, and you can all leave now!"

...

The next day, at the headquarters of New Liying Media.

Monica Davis wore a simple white dress adorned with orchid patterns, her long hair tied back in a ponytail, without a trace of makeup. She looked pure and ethereal, like a fairy descended from the heavens, untouched by the dust of the world.

She had woken up early for the audition.

By the time she arrived, several young women were already anxiously waiting.

This production was a historical palace drama, telling the inspiring story of a naive and romantic young palace maid who gradually rises to power amidst the fierce competition among the concubines.

To maintain the character's innocence, both the male and female leads were to be selected from open auditions, with no established stars cast in the roles.

Many girls had come to audition today, each with varying qualifications. They had to go through a rigorous selection process before making it to the final round, where they would be interviewed by the chief director himself.

In the end, only six girls remained, including Monica Davis.

The staff began distributing audition numbers, and when they reached Monica Davis, they paused for a moment, clearly taken aback by her stunning beauty. After a brief hesitation, they extended their hand and handed her the number tag.

Monica glanced down to see she had number 6.

Soon, the auditions began. As the last person, she made her way to a corner, patiently waiting while scanning the room for Isabel Davis's figure.

Finally, she spotted Isabel. At that moment, Isabel was chatting with a middle-aged man who had a round face and a greasy demeanor. She wore a flattering smile, her eyes occasionally darting flirtatiously toward him.

Monica recognized this middle-aged man; he was the assistant director of the film, Robert Grant. It seemed that this Robert Grant was the connection Sydney Brown had arranged for Isabel.

Isabel wasn't one of the auditioning candidates, so it was likely that once all the girls had finished their auditions, if none of them met the main director's standards, Robert Grant would recommend Isabel.

Half an hour later, the first five girls had completed their auditions. One by one, they emerged looking defeated and dejected.

"Useless! All of you are useless! Just look at the quality of talent you've brought me! Get out! I want you all to leave!"

The main director's face was dark with frustration as he slammed the script down on the table. After wasting so much time, he had only seen a bunch of subpar candidates. With the filming date approaching, how could he not be anxious?

Watching this scene unfold, Robert Grant and Isabel Davis exchanged smug glances before quickly stepping inside.

Through the glass window, Monica Davis could clearly see what was happening inside.

Isabel leaned in close to the director's ear, her tone sweet and flattering as she spoke at length.

Once she finished, the director looked up, squinting as he scrutinized Isabel for several moments. "Show me a scene," he finally said.

"Of course!" Isabel replied eagerly, grabbing the script. She quickly scanned it and immediately began her performance.

She dropped to the floor, fists clenched tightly, angrily pounding the ground.

Simultaneously, she widened her eyes and contorted her face into a fierce expression to convey her anger and the darkness that had overtaken her.

The director furrowed his brow, hesitating.

But ultimately, even among the less-than-stellar options, his tense expression began to soften slightly as he prepared to nod in approval.

Just then, without any warning, Monica Davis pushed the door open and strode in.

The three of them froze, turning to look at her.