Looking at Mason Jones's taut and twisted face, Christine Stock beamed with pleasure, chuckled, and 'puffed' out a laugh.

"Mason, are you engaging in cosplay? Or do you think it is a good idea for Frank to spread his business into the cartoon industry and you are going to contribute yourself to be a mannequin?" Once he roasted, Dean could not stop spouting words, which directly stirred up Mason Jones's temper. Mason grabbed the orange on the coffee table and swung it at Dean Baker.

The new white suit that Dean bought was hit into orange marks by the half-opened orange all of a sudden. His voice suddenly intensified, "Mason, this is my new suit!"

"You deserve it! Because you are addicted to senseless talk!"

"Say it again, and I will beat you up to shut you up!"

Mason had had his revenge more or less, feeling a little more comfortable.

He searched the crowd to find Christine who was being protected by his Third Bro in his arms, then his face became even more cold and hard and his brows became even more deeply, "Sister-in-law..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Franklin Brook's stern and threatening gaze.

Mason thought that he could not avoid it.