A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 110 Mason Hunter, Charm And Ruined Diamon

Chapter 110: Mason Hunter; Charm And Ruined Diamond.

Mason's phone rang, but he ignored it, not wanting to be disturbed. His head was racing with excuses, sweet nothings and threats-just in case the first two didn't work.

"Just go straight ahead. You can't miss it," Mason instructed his driver.

The driver nodded and followed Mason's direction. Shortly after, they arrived at Elite Gardens.

"I'll be right back," he said as he stepped out of the car, taking with him the bouquet of flowers and a box of necklace.

Mason entered the building, his heart leaped with joy as he reached the lobby.

"Good morning, my dear old man," Mason smiled at the lobby attendant, turning up his charm.

The old man dropped the newspaper he was reading and stood up. "Good morning sir. How may I help you?"

Mason tapped the counter lightly, his voice casual. "I'm here to surprise Olivia Teller. Just need her apartment number."

His smile always worked when dealing with people. One look at his face, and they didn't want to disappoint him.

But it took longer to work on this lobby attendant. The old man's forehead creased with a frown. "I'm sorry, I can't give you that information."

Annoyance rose in Mason but he quickly buried it. Well, if his charm doesn't work, his money definitely will.

He pulled out some cash notes, leaned in slightly and slipped them to the attendant. "Nobody has to know."

The old man's eyes widened, but he didn't protest. At least not yet-which was typically a good sign.

Mason saw the hesitation in the man's eyes and he widened his smile. "I won't tell you if you don't."

The old man nodded and then his fingers took the notes; swiftly, like it was a usual move. "The room by the left. Number 3."

Mason chuckled. "It wasn't that hard, was it?"

With the gifts in his hand, he made his way to apartment number 3. He adjusted his suit jacket, and laid his hair with his palm, then he knocked.

He waited three seconds for a response. When he didn't get any, he knocked again.

Since Olivia had ended business with him, she had been avoiding his calls. And although he was pissed at first, now he just wanted to convince her to work with him again.

He heard a click from the inside, then another, before the door slightly opened. Olivia popped only her head out. "Yes?"

her expression changed, and before she started asking questions, he quickly added. "Let's just

eventually giving up. She opened the door wider and

he had imagined it.

you want, Mason?" she asked, standing at the door and looking at him like he was going to

place," he remarked, deliberately avoiding her question. "Here,

on the flowers. Mason chuckled, of course a woman like her would be

and went into the kitchen. Mason used the opportunity to explore her house. He walked to the living room, taking in all of

she placed

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legs. "I think you're asking the wrong question. You're supposed to ask me why I'm not mad you ended

it, obviously," Olivia shot back. "I

on his chest to show how

Successfully unlocked!

with Ivy?"

hopefully," she smiled. "I don't want to be a

his wedding ring, anger rising in his chest. But, he tamed it, unwilling to give into it. "Why?" he

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"Is it because of me or because of

away as she spoke. "It's

within and his voice

her cheeks flushed. "Asides from the fact that you're an asshole, Ivy told me the truth about everything." Despite her blush, her voice was

was humorless. He hated that Ivy was still ruining his plan. He clenched his fists and shut his eyes against the pain in

he could, from paying reporters to stalk her at Suzie's to asking Cheryl to publish that news about her alcoholic behavior. Yet, nothing seemed to hit as

side, besides obvious reasons, he knew how Ivy

going to try again. He couldn't give

the other gift," he said softly, gesturing to

"No, Mason, you

voice smooth and soft. "Come

it."

the box and he could see she was

his lips against her ear. The instant his hand touched her

lovely?" he whispered. "As lovely as

her throat, making her gasp again. "There's plenty where that

hissed or moaned,

nudged his bulge against her, pressing

and pushed him

he saw the fury in