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 pulled out a

in here," Dylan said, flipping through the book like he wanted to consume its content, "You've done great these past months.

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

he decided

him, Dylan had just been too ashamed to

do you really want?" Silas

asked in a tone Silas didn't trust. "I just wanted to see how you're doing,

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

said, returning the book to the shelf before facing him. "Technically, I

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Chapter 33

you on that map."

I see," Silas shot

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

"A man can only

do today and no time to pretend Dylan's betrayal wasn't still hurting him. "I

trousers pocket like he always did when he was struggling with his ego. "Well," he began softly, his blue eyes shifting

fist

come on!" Dylan whined. "Don't be like

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

hand.

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

he'd longed for brought no relief. He felt

flatly, turning

it?"

a brow. "What

"Maybe that you forgive me? That

my anger a very long time ago," Silas said without looking at him. "I'm not

won't forgive

rekindle in his chest. "Forgive

we slept

disgusted by Dylan's attitude. "Just

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

regret. But Silas wasn't buying

Silas said, reaching for

keep my dick in my pants, and neither could

womanizer, cool. But you had no right to

slowly. "I understand," he murmured, lifting his

shirt and sat back down,

Am I invited?" Dylan

without sparing