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.

square one-no plan and

he supposed to

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

uncertainty swirling inside him. He unlocked the phone and saw all the missed calls; some from Jenny, some from Cheryl,

his business was safe. That was the

filled his ear. "How are

he replied

she said. "Some news stations are asking when

okay to schedule

groaned. Of course. He was on the wrong side

doesn't want to work with you

gasped, shocked at the casual way she delivered the

said Mr.

he snapped. "Did you try

was supposed to be the one thing to help

I couldn't. I got his mail. Should I ask

fists tightening. Jenny was stupid, he

that.

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moment, he hated that she

said hesitantly. "What

he sighed, the exhaustion hitting harder. "I'll email him myself when I

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

blinked, his

"Some of the-"

hell, Jenny! Are you trying to

slamming a fist on his thigh. Beside him, Joe gave

just

want to hear it!"

believe this was his

"I also want to remind you of

would love a pink

going to explode. "Fuck

beside him but didn't

forward, stomping

was ruined. And now, he had to find a way to rebuild both his reputation

car stopped in his house, his phone rang. He

"Hello, Mother."

with worry. "I've been so terrified. How are

lied, not wanting to distress

see

you home?"

sighed, unlocking the front door. "Yes,

still had a home. At least he still had Cheryl. But when

he was met

churned as he walked into the living room. Cheryl was supposed

waiting for

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reporters gotten to her? Was

His heart pounded.

"Cheryl?" he called loudly.

to your son yesterday," Martha

let me or Paige