Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 510: Please Me!

Chapter 510: Please Me!

Ella arched an eyebrow. "Knowing you, if you wanted to say something, you would. Or if you needed me to make a sacrifice, you’d demand it. But I won’t give in so easily."

"Does that mean your son isn’t important to you anymore?" Mason studied her closely.

Years had passed, yet this woman remained as composed as ever. Not a trace of panic crossed her face, even for Elias’ sake. Perhaps it was just another mask of hers.

Ella looked much the same, though a faint weariness lingered in her features. Her face had filled out slightly, giving her a more refined and regal beauty—cool, poised, and alluring.

Such a woman, Mason thought, was even more captivating now than in her youth.

A restless impulse stirred within him, but what intrigued him more was the thought of what Eric’s reaction would be if Ella truly agreed to be with him. Mason longed to see Eric unravel—his rage, despair, and helplessness. His enemy’s suffering was his delight.

"If he wasn’t important, I wouldn’t be here," Ella replied coolly. "But let me be clear: I’m not going to do anything for you to take my son back."

Mason chuckled.

"You’re incredibly confident to think you can just waltz in here and take your son without giving anything in return."

Ella stayed silent, her calm demeanor unwavering. She knew Mason wouldn’t resist making his move eventually. She simply needed to wait him out.

Her composure irritated him. "Do you really think Eric can find this place? And even if he does, how will he locate where Elias is hidden? If he fails, it’s as good as losing him. Your calmness makes it seem like you don’t care whether Elias lives or dies."

"If he dies," Ella said, her voice ice-cold, "then you lose your leverage. You’d have nothing to threaten me with."

She forced herself to suppress the urge to tear this man apart and let out a mirthless laugh.

Mason stretched lazily, his fingers brushing the flowers nearby. He casually plucked one, brought it to his nose, and sniffed. "These flowers have no fragrance at all. Country S is so much better. If I married you, I’d move back there and build my future."

Ella merely smiled faintly and shut her mouth.

Mason glanced at her sidelong, a smug grin curling his lips. "If you agree to marry me, I’ll take you to Elias and help you rescue him. Don’t take too long to decide—otherwise, he might become a test subject for my uncle."

Ella’s heart skipped a beat. This was the first real clue about her son. She turned his words over in her mind, feeling a cold dread seep into her bones.

"What do you mean by ’test subject’?"

Mason’s grin turned wicked. "My uncle, Isaac, is a scientist specializing in cellular research. He’s particularly interested in studying genius-level cells. He wants to figure out what makes them different from ordinary people’s and whether they can be extracted to benefit the masses. Typically, he observes a child for a month or two before beginning... the experiments."

Ella shot to her feet, her composure shattered. Her hand whipped across Mason’s face with a resounding slap, leaving him stunned.

"Go to hell, Mason! You handed Elias over to that psycho? Take me there right now!"

Ella’s voice trembled, her lips quivering with suppressed rage.

If anything happened to Elias, she wouldn’t spare Mason. If it came to it, she’d die taking him down with her.

Mason clutched his stinging cheek, his eyes cold as he stared at her. "After all these years, you’re still the same—wild and fiery. But Ella, remember this: I’m the one in charge now. You should obey me."

"Take me there now!" Ella demanded, her tone icy as she took a deep breath.

Killing Mason right now wouldn’t save Elias.

Mason’s anger subsided. He lowered his hand and smirked mockingly. "Please me, and I’ll take you."

Ella’s breaths came fast, her forehead damp with cold sweat.

Seeing her hesitation, Mason’s smirk deepened, becoming even more infuriating. "If you don’t hurry, my psycho uncle might get impatient and decide to experiment on Elias right now."

Ella closed her eyes, trying to steady her mind. Could Mason be trusted?

She needed to see Elias as soon as possible, to ensure his safety. But deep down, she knew Mason was the mastermind. Even if Isaac showed interest in Elias, it was Mason who enabled him.

"Without your order, he won’t act," Ella said, forcing herself to remain calm.

"You’re wrong," Mason said with a twisted grin. "My uncle is a maniac. He’s experimented on over a dozen kids, and none of them survived. He and his assistants are isolated on a private island. No one knows about it... except me, of course. Elias is such a smart kid. My uncle is probably itching to see what makes his cells so special."

Mason’s confident, evil laughter made Ella’s stomach churn.

Staring at his smug face, Ella wanted nothing more than to punch him, to smash his arrogant smirk to pieces.

She hesitated, weighing her options. Could Mason’s words be trusted? Dragging this out would only make things worse.

Ella made up her mind, her voice trembling as she spoke. "What do you want me to do to please you?"

Mason’s voice dropped, laced with a sinister edge of desire. "Go to the guest room."

Ella shot him a withering glare. Kneeling to beg wasn’t her style.

But for Elias, could she afford to hold onto her pride? Could she laugh in Mason’s face and reject his demand when her son’s life was at stake? This man... he wanted her body.

Her mind reeled, her thoughts a chaotic mess. Yet, despite her inner turmoil, she turned and walked toward the house. Seeing her relent, Mason chuckled triumphantly behind her.

"Eric," Mason thought, "when you see your woman under me, surrendering completely... You’ll be furious. You’ll be broken.

"Will you still want a woman I’ve already taken?"

As they stepped into the house, they passed Charlie and Mina, who were drinking together. Charlie gave Mason a knowing, suggestive wink.

Ella seethed with rage, her hands clenching into fists. Once she got out of here, she vowed, Charlie wouldn’t escape her wrath.

"Hey, J, can’t wait, can you?" Charlie teased, watching the two head upstairs with a sly grin.

Ella’s eyes flashed with icy disdain as she glanced back at him. "What an idiot. Pathetic."

Charlie’s expression darkened, but before he could respond, Mason dragged Ella upstairs.

Mina giggled. "Looks like I was fooled too. Davis is clearly in love with J, yet she’s spinning some sob story about her missing son. Hilarious."

Charlie nodded, annoyed. "J must have lost his mind to fall for such a crude, uncultured woman."

Though he admired Ella’s boldness, her lack of refinement disgusted him. Her disregard for table manners was especially offensive—a major faux pas in Western culture.

In the guest room.

Ella stared at the locked door, her gaze sweeping the room. Her eyes landed on a bedside lamp. It wasn’t dark yet, but... perhaps it could come in handy.

Mason sat arrogantly on the edge of the bed, like a king waiting for his subject. "Serve me, Ella. Show me your best skills. Satisfy me, and I’ll take you to see Elias."

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