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,

He paused at the bookshelf Silas used as decoration and

Dylan said, flipping through the book like he wanted to consume its

compliment, his anger simmering. They used to

operations with precision-before he decided to sleep

had just been too ashamed

you really want?" Silas

visit an old friend?" Dylan asked in a tone Silas didn't trust. "I just wanted to

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

the Year award," Dylan said, returning the book to the shelf before

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you on that map."

I see," Silas shot back, his

advantages. It had gotten him far-gotten them far. Silas felt a pang 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 would take his best friend's fiancée

"A man can only

had a lot 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

trousers pocket like he always did when he was struggling with his ego.

his fist under the

Dylan whined. "Don't be

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

sighed, dropping his hand.

words for months. The image of Dylan grinding Kim had haunted him relentlessly, but

hearing the apology he'd longed for brought no relief. He felt

flatly, turning back

That's it?"

a brow. "What else

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

worked through my anger a very long time ago," Silas said without looking at

won't forgive

in his chest.

slept together,

his head, disgusted by Dylan's

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

regret. But Silas wasn't buying

reaching for his

neither could Kim," Dylan added hastily.

anger tightened his chest. "You're a womanizer,

slowly. "I understand," he murmured, lifting his hands in defeat. "I

and sat back down, exhaling

your wedding. Am I invited?"

out," Silas scoffed, without