84: She Isn't Zaria Smith!

Mason blinked.

"Where is this voice coming from?" The soldiers started to look around, suspicious thinking that an enemy had invaded their place.

"It's my backpack." Mason casually commented, seemingly turning normal in front of others but only he knew how he wanted to push Kade away from his Jess.

"Really?" Curious, the soldiers who called him coward some moments ago, were now surrounding him with wide eyes.

"Yep." Mason was all smug as he glanced at Kade from the corner of his eyes. So it was what they called, 'when the tables get turned?'

"It tells exactly what is wrong with the body the little device is supporting and tells what majors should be taken to accommodate to the situation present. This is just a prototype though. I'm still working on its improvement."

'Ha, can he rival me in brains?'

What Mason was looking for, was something he could not find in Kade. All his smugness turned to disappointment.

Where was the negativity he was seeking!

Kade had no jealousy, no feelin