Mason Hawkins snorted with derision, mocking his brother without holding back, "Where did you get that confidence from, with your negative EQ?"
"Don't underestimate me. Believe it or not, if I make a little effort, she'll come crying and begging to find me by tomorrow."
Mason continued to mock, "Wake up, you're talking in your sleep. If you had that kind of trick, why didn't you use it sooner?"
Daniel looked at him in silence for two seconds, then tilted his chin to indicate, "Send her a message and tell her that I took the child away. If she wants to see her son, she has to come to me before tomorrow morning. Otherwise, it will be too late."
Mason, "..."
"Isn't that a bit underhanded?"
Daniel stated proudly, "She almost gave me a brain hemorrhage with her attitude. Why can't I scare her a little?"
Mason threw the phone on the coffee table, "I can't sink to your level, man. I still want Master Foster to do some painting for me in the future."
"Whose friend are you, anyway?"
