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,

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

flipping through the book like he wanted to consume its

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

precision-before he decided to sleep

him, Dylan had just

want?" Silas demanded, his voice

in a tone Silas didn't

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

said, returning the book to

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Chapter 33

you on that map."

delusional, I see," Silas shot

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

to pretend Dylan's betrayal wasn't still hurting him. "I

his hand in his trousers pocket like he always did when he was struggling with

fist under the

Dylan whined. "Don't

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

sighed, dropping his hand. "I'm sorry for... smashing

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

longed for brought no relief.

replied flatly, turning back

That's it?" Dylan asked,

brow. "What else

moving closer. "Maybe that you forgive me? That you're not angry

time ago," Silas said without looking at him. "I'm not mad

won't

his chest.

slept together,

disgusted by Dylan's attitude.

I shouldn't have

eyes glistening with regret. But Silas wasn't

Silas said, reaching for

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

his chest. "You're a womanizer, cool. But you

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

shirt and

I invited?" Dylan teased, trying to lighten the

Silas scoffed, without sparing him