A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 202

Chapter 202

Mason drummed his fingers on his table, waiting for his call to connect. His eyes

were set on the door, in case Jenny walked in.

"Hello?" came the voice on the phone.

Mason straightened up. "Hello, Carson Webb."

"Yes?" Carson's voice was firm. "Who's this?"

"It's Mason Hunter. We spoke about you purchasing my company."

"Ah, yes. Mr. Hunter," Carson said, his tone softening slightly.

"How do we proceed? Should I come get the check, or is someone bringing the cash?" Mason asked, unable to hide his excitement.

Selling the company was the perfect idea like Joe had suggested it. There was nothing left-no employees, no future. Just Jenny. And when the sale was done, he would buy her that Ferrari, get his son, and make Cheryl's life miserable.

"Not yet, Mr. Hunter," Carson said. "We-"

"You want to check out the place?" Mason interrupted. "You're welcome anytime. It's spacious-"

"Mr Hunter," Carson cut in sharply. "I'm not interested."

Mason didn't hear that, he just went on. "What time would be convenient for you?

I can do it right now. You-"

"Mr Hunter!" Carson snapped. "I'm not buying."

Mason blinked. "What?"

"I changed my mind. Sorry."

His heart dropped and he stood up abruptly, sweat rolling down his neck. “Is... something wrong?"

"I have decided not to proceed with the purchase," Carson replied. "I can't deal with a convict. I don't trust your ways."

"I'm not a convict!" Mason yelled. At least not yet, but he didn't say that. He sat back down, struggling to steady his breath. "I understand your concern, but I assure you, everything is good."

"Sorry," Carson said.

"I can reduce the price," Mason said quickly. "You can pay less-"

"Goodbye, Mr. Hunter."

"Carson-" But the call ended. "Fuck!" Mason roared, flipping his table. Papers, pens, and empty bottles clattered to the floor. He stom

chest tight with rage.

When he placed his company for sale, he had expected a rush of offers. He was Mason Hunter; people should've been lining up.

Instead, only two people had shown interest. One never called back, and now Carson was out.

"Fuck!" he screamed, his voice echoing in the room.

His phone rang and he rushed to it, thinking it was Carson. When he saw it was

on the line, his forehead

because he needed a

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"Hello, mother."

my calls?" Martha's voice was thick with annoyance. "Paige called you too and you ignored us,

eyes.

thoughts drifted to her and Ivy, and anger

answering?" Martha's voice went soft. "I thought that witch was there. She has stopped responding to my messages. She still wouldn't let us get

biting his inner cheek. "Can

Martha snapped, her voice rising again. "We

you didn't send the money like you

don't want to talk about that right

"Why? Because of Cheryl?"

Later, mother," he said, ending the

in his pocket and looked around. The mess on the floor

over the debris to the mini-fridge. He was craving a drink, but when he opened the fridge, he

he growled, slamming the fridge door, and breaking its

and he heard Joe's voice

answer. He walked past the broken fridge and slumped

face. "How did

his forehead, anger simmering again. "Bad. Very bad," he confessed. "Did

said. "Where's Jenny? She should come clean this

here yet," Mason

the air before Joe spoke.

"At

"But he wants money."

forward. "How

"Five million dollars."

Mexico? I am only moving there for a while, not starting a whole new life!" He snapped, his eyes wide. "What if I want to run away? He'll charge an arm and leg for a new identity!" Joe shrugged. "I think he has a fixed price for

eyes darkened, his voice dropped. "What do you mean? Does he really give out new identities? Fake passport

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does," Joe nodded. "That's why he's off the

to the window, a small sweet

Joe said sharply. "You're just

turned slowly, a smirk on his lip. "Don't you think that's

Joe blinked. "No!"

waving his hand. "You're too serious." He moved closer. "Think about this, I sell the company, I get the money and

still on bail.

the more

he saw that he was serious, his

anger. “I will not be an accessory to your escape. That's

you're just a pussy,"

gasped. "How

clapping him on the

has to know."

sick!" Joe snapped, suddenly

Mason chuckled. "Calm down-"

sharp. “I am done! I'm done letting you use me! Running errands for

go together, start

Don't ever call me again! And just so you

want a convict!" Joe yelled, then stormed out