A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 156: Mason Hunter, Ruined.

Chapter 156: Mason Hunter; Ruined.

"Are you ready to go?"

Mason shifted in his chair as Joe's voice jolted him out of his thoughts. He sighed but didn't stand up.

He had lost count of how many times Joe had come in and said those exact words. Each time the blue door opened and Joe spoke, Mason's hope chipped away.

Now he was drained, exhausted, as he waited for Joe to say he'd be back soon and then leave again, only to return and repeat the cycle.

But this time, Joe paused, his brow raised. "Don't you want to leave?"

"Are you for real this time?" Mason asked flatly, his voice tinged with fatigue.

"Yes, I am. They granted us bail," Joe said, opening the door wider. "Let's get out of

here."

Mason stood up, his legs wobbling as he did. He had spent the night in a police station and he still couldn't believe it. Not that he didn't deserve it-it just felt surreal.

He had been locked up in a dull, cold room, handcuffed for most of the day, without food and given only two cups of water.

His shirt was rumpled, his hair dry from not moisturizing, and the bones in his legs cracked as he stretched. Exhaustion gnawed at him as he left the room.

"You don't seem happy," Joe said.

Mason shot him a look. "If you had been seated in one place, handcuffed, starved, and filthy, would you feel happy after?"

"I'm sorry, I tried my-"

He silenced Joe with a raised hand and walked down the hall. Several police officers gave them strange looks as they passed.

Mason became conscious of his appearance and tried to prim himself up by running a hand through his hair, but it was no use. It was too dry.

He clenched his fists as they approached the exit. As soon as they reached the door, a swarm of reporters flooded around him.

"What do you have to say about your involvement with Rosie Stone?"

"We would like an interview with you. It's Sky News."

"Mason Hunter! What do you have against Thomas Stone?"

Mason stiffened, his stomach dropping at the sight of them. Microphones surrounded him, cameras flashed as he walked to the car.

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He had completely forgotten about the media, and the realization that he had become the talk of the town made him uneasy.

"Mr. Hunter has no comment for now, thank you," Joe said firmly, before sliding into the car after Mason.

Mason tried his best to keep a poker face. It was when the car zoomed off, did he allow himself to relax.

He sank into the seat, his heart pounding with-lines of sweat sitting on his forehead.

“I should've taken us out through the back. I totally forgot about the reporters,” Joe said, his voice apologetic.

Mason ignored him, looking out the window instead. He didn't feel like himself- and he blamed Rosie for that.

If only he had done things his way, he wouldn't be on the wrong side of the law... or the

media.

he was back at square one-no plan

was he

said, handing it over. "You've got several

as he took it, his head suddenly pounding, fear and uncertainty swirling inside him. He unlocked the phone and

He needed to know his business was safe. That was the only way he could pick up from

voice filled his ear. "How are

replied flatly.

few missed meetings," she said. "Some

okay to schedule

on

Cassidy doesn't want to work

shocked at the casual

Mr. Cassidy

heard you the first time!" he snapped. "Did you try to convince him?

the one thing to help redeem his

I couldn't. I got his mail. Should I ask him why?" Jenny

his fists tightening. Jenny was stupid, he

that.

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this moment, he hated that she

Hunter?" she said hesitantly. "What should I

the exhaustion hitting harder. "I'll email him

let you know that some of the employees quit too," she added casually

his chest

"Some of the-"

Jenny! Are you trying to provoke me?

thigh. Beside

voice dropped. "No... I'm just giving you

don't want to hear it!" he

this was his life,

remind you of the car you promised

love a pink

flared, and he felt like his head was going to explode. "Fuck off!" he barked and

shifted beside him but didn't

stomping his foot.

just wanted to scream, to collapse, but he knew it was no use. He was ruined. And now, he

in his house, his phone rang. He glanced at the

"Hello, Mother."

son," Martha said, her voice shaky with worry. "I've been

wanting to distress her

couldn't sleep. They wouldn't let me see you," she said. "Where are you?

you home?"

door. "Yes, I just got

a home. At least he

was

into the living room. Cheryl was

there, waiting

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to

His heart pounded.

"Cheryl?" he called loudly.

not home. She gave birth to your son yesterday," Martha

me or