A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 33

Silas strode into his office, anger simmering in his chest. By the time he reached the reception, most of the alcohol in his system had

cleared

Mrs. Harris stood up when he opened the door.

"Mr. Stone," she said, her tone quaking with regret. "I tried to stop him, sir, but he wouldn't listen."

Silas nodded, keeping his temper in check. "Is he inside?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, nodding. "A security guard is with him."

"Alright," Silas said, heading toward his office.

His office was a spacious room with three big windows above the bustling street below. Standing by the windows always gave him a sense of power, as if he was sitting on top of the world,

And everytime he entered his office, he always looked forward to standing at the window, watching nameless strangers go about their lives.

But today, he felt no anticipation-just pure anger towards Dylan, Well, anger, confusion and curiosity.

When he pushed the door open, the security guard turned to face him.

"Hello, sir, the guard greeted.

"The Silas Stone," Dylan said, the corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile. He was lounging on Silas chair, spinning lazily with a magazine in his hand.

Silas clenched his jaw at the sight. "Get out of my chair," he ordered.

The security guard shuffled nervously, his voice quaking. "I tried to tell him... not to touch anything."

"It's okay. I'll handle this," Silas said, assuring him.

The guard nodded and left.

Dylan smirked, dropping the magazine on the desk as he stood. "How are you doing today?"

Silas snarled. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Oh, cursing are we?" Dylan teased, sauntering away from the table.

Silas inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to lunge at Dylan and punch the smirk out

of his face. Instead, he moved to his desk and sank into his chair.

"How can I help you, Dylan?" Silas asked,

the office. He paused at the bookshelf Silas used as decoration and

sharp in here," Dylan said, flipping through the book like he

eyes at the insincere compliment, his anger simmering. They used to do everything together. Dylan used to be

with precision-before he decided

him, Dylan had just been too

Silas demanded, his voice filled with

a man visit an old friend?" Dylan asked in a tone Silas didn't trust.

see," Silas said coldly, "the company is thriving beyond your

Entrepreneur of the Year award," Dylan said, returning

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Chapter 33

you on that map."

delusional, I see," Silas shot

of longing slicing through his anger. As much as he hated to admit, he missed his best friend. But he knew better. No best friend would harm another. No best friend

"A man can only

to do today and no time to pretend Dylan's betrayal wasn't still hurting him. "I don't have all day, Dylan." His voice was cold and he saw

like he always did when he was struggling with

his fist under the table.

on!" Dylan whined. "Don't be

to laugh at Dylan's discomfort, but his anger swallowed the urge. "If you don't have

hand. "I'm sorry

Silas had been waiting for Dylan to say those words for months. The image of Dylan grinding Kim had haunted him relentlessly, but he'd been willing to give Dylan a chance-a chance to explain, a chance to apologize. And yet, Dylan gave him

he'd longed for brought no relief. He

turning back to his

it?"

raised a brow. "What else

shrugged, moving closer. "Maybe that you forgive me?

already worked through my anger a very long time ago," Silas

you won't forgive

the anger rekindle in his chest. "Forgive you? You slept

we slept

shook his head, disgusted by Dylan's attitude.

friend, and I shouldn't have done that!" Dylan blurted

glistening with regret. But Silas wasn't buying

reaching for his

and neither could Kim," Dylan added hastily. "But I'm not blaming

seat, anger tightened his chest. "You're a womanizer, cool. But you had no

Silas's tone and nodded slowly. "I understand," he murmured,

adjusted his shirt and sat back down, exhaling

invited?" Dylan teased, trying

out," Silas scoffed, without sparing