A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 212

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.

out his phone, ready to pleasure himself to Rosie's sexy video, the door opened, and

"I would appreciate a

ignoring his statement. "You have a supply," he said, slamming two large black bags on the table. His

he stood. "Could you at least

him a disrespectful look, a smirk playing on his lips. "The boss wants it sold out before the end of

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was in those bags without looking. He swallowed hard.

head. "Why not? This is

Thomas said slowly, carefully. "To Uncle Mike. But he's

huffed. "Not my problem." Then he turned to the door. "I'll be back for payment. Good

"You can't-"

cutting him off. Thomas's jaw

the bags suspiciously, unsure what to

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

Maybe if he ignored it, he

what if someone walked in? Or worse,

quickly

he let

faint scent of chemicals hit his nose before he smelt

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 be a

enough. Just as he was placing the can back into the bag, the door burst open again,

rushed in, her eyes blazing with anger. Chen followed behind her,

expression. "She just barged in, sir," Chen said, his voice wobbling. "I'm

their statement as 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

ease out his nerves then turned to

again, sir," Chen said with a bow and

arms. "Since when did you

but he masked it. "None of your

dropped her hand, her lips curling. "Why

"Is

widened. "You're not that

important, yet here

are not enough reason to hurt others! That man had

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his rising temper. "I have more important things to worry

what?" she snapped. "Me?

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