A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 212

Chapter 212

Thomas rubbed his sore knuckles as he waited for his call to connect.

His shock and anger had dissolved into shame and guilt, but it was too late. He had done it. He had allowed himself to be pushed by his emotions. Instead of handling things like a man, he had made everything worse.

"Hello, sir."

The call connected, snapping him out of his thoughts. He straightened, shaking

"Hello, Samuel. How are you doing?"

"Great, sir," Samuel replied. He was the manager at Uncle Mike's other club in Columbia.

"How's business been?"

"Great, sir. We just got our supplies."

off.

Thomas's heart tightened. He was suddenly grateful it wasn't a video call. Sweat beaded on his forehead, intensifying his fear.

"Good, good," he said, forcing himself to sound calm.

He couldn't show his naivety. He had to maintain the tough exterior; ruthless, fearless, even though he was far from it. In truth, he was terrified of Mateo Castro.

His stomach twisted as his mind drifted to last night. It was the same panic, that same fear of everything falling apart, that had made him confront Bailey.

Thinking back, it was reckless and dumb. He could've just let it go, ignored it like a normal person, but instead, he had panicked, confronted a federal agent, and taken his anger out on Silas when he suspected he had spoken to her.

The end was near. He could feel it in his bones. And it was making him unravel.

"Mr. Stone?" Samuel's voice cut into his thoughts again.

"I'm listening." He cleared his throat.

"I said I've sent the rundown of the supplies to you, sir," Samuel repeated.

"Alright," Thomas said, then paused. He didn't want to continue the conversation. "Send me everything via email. I'll check and get back to you. Something just came up."

"Alright, sir," Samuel replied, and the call ended.

Thomas slammed his laptop shut, his heart pounding. All these actions were beginning to get to him, and he could feel the stress taking a toll on him.

Maybe it was time to destress.

Rosie's sexy video, the door opened, and one of Mateo's

his lips twisting. "I would appreciate a knock

"You have a supply," he said, slamming two large black bags on the table. His voice was

you at least drop

on his lips. "The boss wants it sold out before the end

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twisted as the realization hit. He knew what was in those bags without

not? This is how we deliver

slowly, carefully. "To Uncle Mike. But he's not here, and I don't know how

he turned to the door. "I'll be back for

"You can't-"

cutting him off.

suspiciously, unsure what to

the part of the club business he had no experience with. He had never watched Uncle Mike handle

sigh. Maybe if he ignored it, he wouldn't have to deal

walked in? Or worse,

him, and he quickly reached it. But then he stopped, curiosity surging despite the

he let it lead

bag and slowly opened it. The faint scent of chemicals hit his

were dozens of tuna cans, small, clean, and unopened. But Thomas wasn't fooled, he knew if he opened one can, he would probably see another. layer of packaging, maybe two, but underneath that would

shook his head, deciding he had seen enough. Just as he was placing the can

eyes blazing with anger. Chen

said, moving closer, her tone matching her expression. "She just barged in,

he quickly dropped the can in the bag. Ivy saw the rest and her brow creased. Fear raced inside him as he zipped it fast and slid both bags under his

his nerves then turned to Chen.

apologize again, sir," Chen said

Ivy folded her arms. "Since when did

of your business," he said sharply. "Why

hand, her lips curling. "Why

sat down. "Is that why you're

not that important, hope you

important, yet

"Your problems are not enough reason to hurt

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rising temper. "I have

what?" she snapped.