A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 146: Mason Hunter, Staying Relevant.

Chapter 146: Mason Hunter; Staying Relevant.

Mason replayed yesterday's interview on his computer and his heart swelled with pride. He looked dashing in his blue suit. No wonder Cheryl couldn't take her hands off him all night.

His thick voice filled his office and he smiled with approval. What could he say? He had always prided himself as an opportunist; seizing the moment immediately it came.

And when he heard about Geoffrey's news, he just knew it was the perfect opportety to stay relevant and torment Ivy. He hit the pause button and went to read the comments under the video. Some people had shit to say, as expected, but most people liked his side of the story. They believed him.

"Good," he said out loud as he leaned into his chair, his heart filled with delight. Let them insult Ivy, she deserved every terrible thing that comes her way.

Mason was about to replay the video when he heard a commotion outside his office. He lifted his head, his eyes fixed on the door.

The voices outside grew and he tried to figure out the reason for the noise.

"You can't go in there! I have to ask Mr Hunter!" Jenny said, her tiny voice pushed to the max.

Mason adjusted in his chair wondering who Jenny was arguing with. Just as he was about to stand up and check it out, his door opened.

"Ivy?" His voice cracked with shock as he slowly sat down back.

Jenny rushed in, sweating and panting, behind Ivy. "She didn't listen to me."

Ivy, on the other hand, looked calm, collected, almost... sinister. The smirk on her face filled him with dread as he stood up again.

"Tell your secretary to leave us alone," Ivy said, her voice calm and her green eyes on him.

Mason swallowed. "Jenny... you can go." Jenny was about to protest, but he quickly held his hand up. "I will call you."

Jenny groaned and glared at Ivy before storming out of the room. Mason adjusted his tie as he gestured to a chair in front

of him.

Why was he shaky? He cleared his throat and sat back down.

"To what do I owe this visit?" he asked smugly, trying to take control of the conversation.

Ivy looked at him and his heart flipped. She didn't say anything at first, and neither

did he. He looked at her, his eyes traveling all over her body.

God, she looked so hot in her black gown, and her breasts were...

throat and leaned forward. "You will have

was harsh, even though she wasn't shouting. "You

chuckled, amusement dancing inside him. "Fix

stupid interview!" she snapped and he flinched. "You have

family and I am willing to let

what are you expecting me

conference, an article, anything!" she

him, and that made him want to yell in

anger building in his chest. "Who the hell do you

to fix all of this before I do my worst," Ivy said, so

smirked. "So I have

brow creased, and her mouth twisted into a frown. "The

was serious, and

the

widened with

the confidence, the... body..." His eyes fell on her chest and he kept it there, hoping

Ivy's face was red

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me no choice

with ideas; he couldn't let her go yet.

she slowly turned. "Why did

he had her attention once again. His heart

back in the chair, his dick

find the culprit. Well, the main culprit, aside from those foolish men

turning scarlet as she walked closer. "What did you do?

enjoyed the confusion on her face. "Joe." "Joe," she repeated, tilting her

finally

You didn't have to do that!" she shouted, stepping forward and pointing a

"I was hurt, Ivy and I

he just admitted to that. Maybe because he was already tired of the whole thing, or maybe because he wanted to get a reaction from her, to keep her in his office for long so

"You hurt me! When

saying everything," he said standing up, not bothered if she could see the bulge in his trousers. "You could have settled

position to tell me that," Ivy yelled, her

made me

adjusted her gown. "I'm not doing this

up to her and held her hand. She nudged him

back, forcing her to move even further away from him but

his desk.