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,

Dylan scrolled around the office. He paused at the bookshelf Silas used as

flipping through the book like he wanted to consume its content, "You've done great these

to do

operations with precision-before he decided

just been too

want?" Silas demanded,

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

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

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

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you on that map."

I see," Silas shot

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

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

and started to pace. He placed his hand in his trousers pocket like he always did when he

his fist under the table.

whined. "Don't

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

dropping his hand. "I'm sorry

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

he'd longed for brought no relief. He felt

flatly, turning back to

it?" Dylan asked,

"What else were you

"Maybe that you forgive me? That you're

through my anger a very long time ago," Silas said

won't

his chest.

we slept

disgusted by

I shouldn't have

eyes glistening with regret. But

Silas said, reaching for his

neither could Kim," Dylan added

sprang from his seat, anger tightened his chest. "You're a womanizer, cool. But you had no right to touch what was

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

adjusted his shirt and sat back down,

on your wedding. Am I invited?" Dylan teased, trying

without sparing him