"Did you lodge in a hotel?" Dionne asked Mr. Mask as they walked out of the restaurant.
"Oh, yes," He lied. How would he tell her that His dad owned a penthouse at the heart of this city? More questions about his identity will arise, and she'll find out everything she had tried so hard to hide from her.
"Then why don't you come with us? I have a vacation house on the outskirts of the city. That's where I've been staying whenever I come here for a business trip," Mr. McCurry offered.
"Can he really dad?!" Dionne beamed.
"I wouldn't offer if I didn't want him over."
"Say yes Mr. Mask," Dionne urged, putting Mr. Mask in a tough spot. He still needed to go home and give his father the reports of this party and the lists of connections he made excluding Dionne's father.
"I can't–"
"Don't go there. No one dares refuse my daughter," Mr. McCurry left no room for argument.
"Okay," Mr. Mask nervously arranged the cap on his head.
