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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Mason

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

took a long sip. When the cold drink hit

about Ivy again.

now.

chided himself as he picked

scrolled through his contacts. Finding the name he

going straight to the

guard, replied. "The building owner is Patricia

he could feel it. "And the dirt?" "Sending it over

drink,

in her eyes angered him, but the coldness, the finality in her green eyes, scared him.

drink to wash away the ugly taste

everything-for the rejection, for stealing

vibrated, then chimed. He unlocked

threaten me or my family again,

and

fruit punch bottle against the

the guts

its content on the floor. This was Ivy's

most important employee, he'd

knock, Jenny walked in. Her eyes darted round the mess

here?"

flatly, gesturing at the empty space his table used

bouncing in the see-through shirt she wore. She

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scowled at her

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of his anger