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,

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

he wanted to consume its content, "You've done great these past

eyes at the insincere compliment, his anger simmering. They used to do

he decided

fired him, Dylan had just

do you really want?" Silas demanded, his voice filled with

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

coldly, "the company is thriving

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

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Chapter 33

you on that map."

delusional, I see," Silas shot back, his

been a cocky bastard, but that cockiness had its 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

"A man can only

pretend Dylan's betrayal wasn't still hurting him. "I don't have all day, Dylan." His voice was

started to pace. He placed his hand in his trousers pocket like he always did when he was struggling with his ego. "Well,"

clenched his fist under the table.

Dylan whined.

but his anger swallowed the urge. "If you don't have anything

hand. "I'm

waiting for Dylan to say those words for months. The image of Dylan grinding Kim had haunted him relentlessly, but he'd been

the apology he'd longed for brought no relief.

turning back to

That's it?" Dylan asked,

"What else were you

Dylan shrugged, moving closer. "Maybe that you

ago," Silas said without looking

won't

his chest. "Forgive you? You slept with my

slept together, Dylan

head, disgusted by Dylan's attitude.

terrible friend, and I shouldn't

eyes glistening with regret. But Silas wasn't

reaching

my pants, and neither could Kim," Dylan added hastily. "But I'm

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

at Silas's tone and nodded slowly. "I understand," he murmured, lifting his hands in defeat. "I

his shirt and sat

your wedding. Am I invited?" Dylan

scoffed, without sparing him