A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 75: Mason Hunter; Haunted.

Mason paced round his office, his heart surging with anger at the letter in his hand Eric had actually qu: The thought seemed surreal.

He read the last line again:

"I do hope this leads to a better beginning for both of us."

"Ingrate,” he muttered through gritted teeth. Rolling the paper into a ball, he

tossed it in the trash bin behind the door.

His phone rang, and he picked it.

"How did it go?" a woman's voice asked on the other end. "Did you check out the place?"

"I couldn't look properly," he replied, anger pumping in his chest. "Ivy was there." "What?" she exclaimed. "You met Ivy? I didn't know she'd be there."

Mason rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. "She was there. And now she had somehow convinced Eric to work for Thomas."

"That's impossible! How did that happen?"

"I don't know," Mason growled, his free hand curling into a fist. He wanted to destroy something.

"What are you going to do about it?" she asked.

"Don't worry." A smirk tugged at his lips. "I already threatened him. He's not stupid enough to ignore me."

"I hope that will work," she said, though her voice tinged with doubt.

Her tone annoyed him and he frowned. The last thing he needed right now was her doubting his plan. “It'll work. Eric is a pussy. He'll come crawling back.”

"Okay," she said, impatiently and unconvinced. That made his frown intensified. "Any luck on the building owner?"

"I am still working on it," Mason snapped.

"You have to be quicker than that. We can't afford any delays."

He bristled at her commanding tone. "I already said I'm on it. Stop acting like I work for you. We're in this together."

"I've done seventy percent of everything. All you're ever concerned about is your fucking tailored suits."

At least she acknowledged his impeccable taste.

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stomping his feet. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his jacket. He ran a hand through his hair, and walked to the

bottle of fruit punch, twisted the cap off, and took a long sip. When the cold drink hit his chest,

about Ivy again.

She was so bolder now. Hotter. He could even see

he chided himself as

scrolled through his contacts. Finding the name he wanted, he

news?" he asked, going straight to

his guard, replied. "The building owner

He was getting closer, he could feel it.

replied, ending the call. He sipped his drink, as he imagined Ivy's

The look she had given him—it haunted him. The satisfaction in her eyes angered him, but the coldness, the finality in her green

sipped his drink to wash away the ugly

rejection, for stealing

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again, or I'll tell

was Eric, and that

snapped, throwing the fruit punch

spineless bastard had the guts to threaten

the floor.

most important employee, he'd also lost him to his

opened and without a knock, Jenny walked in. Her eyes darted

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he said flatly, gesturing

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a year and dated her for longer.

"And she just posted a picture

ago!" He barked, anger swirling in his chest. Ivy was bying to the public now? He wished he took a picture

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