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?"

Mason," he smirked. He watched as her expression changed, and before she started asking questions, he quickly added. "Let's just talk,

eventually giving up. She opened the door wider

exactly how he had imagined it. Soft, elegant,

do you want, Mason?" she asked, standing at the door

her question. "Here,

cheeks turned pink as her eyes landed on the flowers. Mason chuckled, of course a woman like her would be moved

to explore her house. He walked

she placed it

do you

perched on a couch's arms, and crossed his legs. "I think you're asking the wrong question. You're supposed to ask me why I'm not mad

obviously," Olivia shot back. "I thought that was

placed his hand on his chest to show how barthews "That

Successfully unlocked!

now working with Ivy?" he asked, curiosity rising

don't want to be a part of your

anger rising in his chest. But,

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Hunter, Charm And

because of

as she spoke. "It's a mixture of

and his voice

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

chuckled, but it was humorless. He hated that Ivy was still ruining his plan. He clenched his fists

done everything 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 much as the pain she was

across her face. He needed her on his side, besides obvious

was going to try again.

he said softly,

shook her head. "No, Mason, you need to

and soft. "Come on,

it."

fingers trailed over the box and he could see she was

lips against her ear. The instant his hand touched her milky skin, heat surged through him, and he pressed his hardness against

it lovely?" he whispered.

against her throat, making her gasp again. "There's plenty where that came from," he said, and lifted his hand to her breast, giving it a

hissed or moaned, he wasn't

bulge against her, pressing himself harder.

pushed him

snapped, and he saw